bang bang

Lord came with a bang!
Hit me hard,
I fallen on ground,
Scattered and broken

I came to know it was he who broke me,
When he worked to woke me;
To make me him, he had to break me.

For new creation and making a mould

based on truth - light & beauty;

I instead cling to those broken self,

Out of fear of loosing that dear friend,
A question of consequence,
What I had said and what World will say?
as more I tighten, he hits with more might,
So child like me become mild.

I hope I knew rule of his game,
Breaking and making is his old new game,
And after writing about those bang and pang,
been in that pang thousand times, 

increasing and deviating on the path
There in those moment, I felt, experienced
first hand, my lord saying
Dhyayto vishyan punsah, sanghaste supajayate,
Sanghatsanjayate kaamah kama kroddho bhi jaaayte.....
...
His song geeta's this verse came, leaving behind me in that state.
Beauty in his beating is what this part of self going through...


- vaibhav
03-07-2014

posted on 03-07-2020

Edited on 03-07-2021