by Azly Rahman
in the center lies a circle
without borders in which lies an eternal flame
where must the self lie in Nature that hath no beginning nor end?
in my garden i asked
in Walden III i sat eyes closed
taming the flame
closer to my heart's desire you shall come as we become circles in search of a center ...
to return to the self if we must
until a new story we becometh
inside of me lies a paradise i see not
but in the manifest and the latent
i see not but in the eyes that sees me
in my garden i asked in Walden III
i sat with eyes closed to see the beauty of what lies unseen
roses why do you have thorns?
i asked
daily i tend to thee but daily thou unleashed the violence one can never see
o' roses climb thee to the heights of glory
beauty lies in thine's ephemereality
come the eyes of the storm
and thunder and lighting perish o' roses thou shall be
such is the beauty of this metaphor of a reality
a rose is a rose and nothing more
is that so doth Nature dictates
of sonnets and serenades thous hath been glorified to this date
yet unto dust thou shall dissipate
O Nature I salute thee
you and I may well be a conspiracy
when i tend to thee we shall both agree
that thou shall chant my name
and together rise to the himalayas of dignity
O' Nature I am like a solitary reaper
gathering moss and into the woods i traverse eternally
for thou hath shown me the beauty in the stone uncarved
and shown me too the hearts of men chained with greed and insanity
O' Water
Nature doth giveth
inside of me like a river flows
bows and arrows of temptation and desolation may a thousand cometh
I shall thank thee O Nature in thine' s keep in peace and tranquility
in Walden III i saw a drop of water on a leaf of a lilly
a crystal-ball of a universe it looked to me
O' Nature I thank thee for making me see
the inside of a universe thou guarded jealously with beauty
only to be stained with the blood of those thirsty for power and glory
between men the universe breaks asunder
like a rose blown to pieces by merely a violent thunder
I shall wait no paradise O Universe
of flowing rivers of milk
and men and young boys of eternal youth
who wine and feast in merriment eternally
I shall conspire with you O' Nature
to create one daily and into eternity we shall craft this place of eternal beauty
close to our heart's desire
away from the words of wise men in robes with forked tongue speaking about rewards of eternal quest for desire
I shall not wait such a paradise O' Nature
promises of 72 virgins and hourries aplenty
only for blowing up the self and the innocent others mindlessly
O' Walden III
may thou and I with Fate and Free Will agree
that the beauty in us knows no boundaries
1 comment:
did u get ur doctorate in literature?
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