By Ankit Kumar
“At the hush of dawn, before maturity rose”
“A fragile soul learnt the strength it took
To rise from roots to a tender bloom.”
You must have heard!
“Silence can convey what words cannot.”
So silently I rose,
Without much to show,
With a slow & consistent flow,
In an aim to finally glow.
A voice so faint
Walked down a consistent lane.
Though my tiny hands struggled for countless days,
These shiny strands huddled me out of groundless waves.
With pester of motor, they pounded my inner fain—
But forget: crushing pains may transform me into observing chain.
Anyway! Unsteadily I walked,
With phlegm of negativity hawked,
With hope & determination stalked.
Trust me!
Though paths were dim—
Plants never shine out of logical vim!
Looking at the corner, found an abundant stream,
Whispering while flowing downstream,
Anchoring with intelligence agleamed.
The world so logical! Rejected grace!
Refused to accept my pace,
Today displaying problematic human interlace.
Today, in the symphony of success,
We forget epiphany to confess.
To confess to whom? & what?
To ourselves, what nature has gifted:
The ability of natural judgement,
In the absence of rational abridgement.
I agree!
Accepting the truth pains—
On exiting comfort chain.
But when time arrived,
Confined mind flew away with asserting drones—
The ones monitoring, observing,
The ones used by the military of mind,
Consigned by instinct & intellect together aligned.
But the question remains:
How to maintain balance?
Because unfortunately, so biased is human’s mind—
Determined to predominate from behind.
Why behind?
Because such is our knowledge,
Locked in a cumin’s cottage.
And though consigned,
Unique views & values they entwine—
But still, the roles differ!
Instinct reflecting the natural and present,
Make intuitive judgments somewhat aberrant.
And though intellect collects knowledge—the past!
It affects the present contrast.
Believe me!
When times were tough, out of my bound,
Lost were mind’s monotony,
Yet perceiving in mind’s subdued balcony,
Imagined epiphany of human’s harmony—
THEN, began weaving in unity were the triplet gunny,
And grinning were my mind, body, heart’s destiny.
Before I finish, I would like to tell—
Though intellect blinks power, logic and laws,
On the other hand, instinct chinks the natural clause.
And finally, it’s instinct’s claw providing spiritual guffaw.
So time comes for you to decide:
Whom to make master,
& whom to assign the disciple?
But remember!
Though nine times more powerful is intellect’s law,
Finally, instinct’s claw guides toward macaw’s craw.
And finally!
For weaving harmony in life requires—
Perceiving coherence of mind, body & heart’s fife.