Chaos

I do not discern the questions

For which I seek the answers!

Unresolved uncertainties persist.
Yet this insanity torments me
To continue to question.

The singular infinite chaos,
Reigns...
Concealing from my intellect,
Even a meager insight
Into this perpetual quest.

The soul shall rise,
The soul shall know,
It shall be,
And it shall not,
In eternity.

Srividya
Dec 19, 2007

Liberation

One unanswered question,
leads to a hundred more...
One unnerving doubt,
sprouts a million more...

I am shattered and shrivelled,
Trying to find what I am made of;
Vacuum and silence - they are all I get,
When question after question
Runs through my head.

In this darkness, I grope for light,
In this nothingness, I forage for substance,
In this shallowness, I desire depth,
In this delusion, I seek the truth...

The liberating truth...

Srividya
(Dec 8, 2006)

Pervading Silence

Memories languidly linger,
With dissonant thoughts...
The cursed sleep draws not the veil
of darkness thick upon my weary eyes.

In my struggle to grope for the coveted path,
In my seemingly unending wait for the first light of dawn,
In my frantic search for the missing piece of my soul,
In my struggle to outwit destiny,
I am lost in my dissonant thoughts...
The voices scream through the void,
yet there is just pervading silence.

Srividya (16 August 2006)

THE TWISTING KALIEDOSCOPE

Haunted by the quiet desperation,
Confounded by the unrevealed purpose
Of this exhausting journey...
Oblivious to the subtler shades of meaning,
To sustain and inspire,
I walk into this
grey twilight that knows neither
victory nor defeat.

The blues lift,
as enlightenment dawns:
Launching into the winds of life,
I realize that in the twisting kaleidoscope,
I am forever,
an inhabitant of eternity.
There are no endings.
Only new beginnings.

 

Srividya (4 November 2005)

RAINING ECSTASY

every drop of rain,
that kisses my cheek,
as i stand arms out-stretched,
embraced by the gentle breeze,
melts and transports me to non-existence!

Srividya (11 September 2005)

ps: i was sitting in the library in my final semester, trying to study when the weather outside was most romantic. and when the rain drops began falling, i couldn't stop myself from just rushing out and then this poem...


 

Silence

In the silence of your soul,
Can you feel the peace?
What do you conclude?
Does silence speak?

In the peace in your heart,
Can you hear silence?
What do you conclude?
Is silence peace?

Sweet, but firm,
The voice of silence.
Strong and stern,
The voice of silence.
Tranquil and soothing,
The voice of silence.
Sometimes intimidating,
The voice of silence.

My ultimate strength,
This resounding silence!

Srividya (6 September 2005)