Seraphic Bliss

[Guest guest]

Dear Mrudula,

 

Longtime since I scribbled something for my Sweet Mother...Here is one scribble

since you asked for it!

 

Rajamma! My Sweetest mother in Nangai,

I cry for day in and day out for vision-Thy,

Sacred in the Bindu drawing me ever so nigh.

Can I but stay? and redeem the high?

 

The flautist seems tired and keeps the flute down,

People near him and afar doth frown,

When all is out and when all is thrown

Where from can the notes come and wherein can I drown?

 

To seek You in temples and pyramids doth the people exhort,

To seek You in my mind runneth the current draught,

In ephemerality is the eternal sought?

Should I speak? or narrate this battle faught?

 

A lover's kiss doth seem fecund,

For a poet to pen something and rend,

For it is in this rending that he doth mend,

What others may miss or what others may slyly bend!

 

My heart knows no joy of flute nor a woman's kiss,

In a heart rendered by fires of seperation from Thee! I exist amiss,

I care aught what world tells or people may miss,

Iam your child, Shreeram, always in seraphic bliss!

 

 

Yours seraphically,

 

Shreeram Balijepalli