POETRY: the nectar of life Page 1

The Undefined Ganga

Wish I knew what inspiration is

Illumination had just been a word

The fire within me was a hunger,

An unending, unquenched thirst, a restless world.

My mother took me to a hermit

Her guru, she called him;

I faintly remember that face

Though his words within me does ring

He said that God is omnipresent

And in time I shall find

Satiety, God and Illumination.

I believed him—not then

And since many  years passed

Memory faded

Like  the yester-read novels

Forgotten yet leaving a remark.

Life moved on, paced up

Raising expectations and hopes.

I toiled and aspired

My aspirations went higher

I see myself standing aloof

Away from its own identity

Lost among transitory dreams.

And today, I am

Pondering over my journey, my inner journey:

Found myself lost.

But as I see the radiant beautiful sun

Rising from the horizon,

Lighting the vast bed of Ganges

I find a new me inside

I don’t find what is lost

But a new blooming bud.

I find the sky soother and different,

I find strength in the broad open Ganges

It’s wide unending expanse

Welcoming and embracing my spirit.

Somewhere, someone plays a sitar

And a flute accompanies its rhythm

My heart now mingles with my soul

And I now know what inspiration is.

I have no grudge, no anger, no hatred;

I am at peace, illumined

Standing at the Ganga ghats

I feel Him, the Almighty

I know not His face, nor a preacher

Nor a prophet, nor a lover

I am a simple human

Searching for my own spirit:

And today ,to your spirit unknown and undefined,

I lost myself and became alive.