Spectacles and Enchantment of Power, Power of glory; glory of power, O glorious power, Where are your branches? Where are your roots? Where is that dark matter; Burnt and sacrificed for your glory? Burgeoning flashes of glory, Narcissistic fever of power, You, the witness of your thousand defeats, You, the player of little triumphs, You, the hero, You, the villain, Power, the inglorious history of glory, Your glory of which, God is also boundlessly jealous! O little thought, The shadow of clouds, The mother and progeny of glorious power, Where is the resting place; On which you stand and deliver; The narcissistic fever of Sapiens! How poetically you weave; The power of glory, And the glory of power? How imaginatively you create, The glory out of nothingness, And the glory into nothingness?
Portrait Courtesy: Saatchi Art O Manas, the seed of all desires! The weaver and witness; of unending cosmic plays. Thy spirit inheres; in every form, in each movement. What manifests, without thy will? Where does the world disappear; if not under thy everlasting arms of compassion? Infinite worlds manifest and disappear, through thy sight, in thy embodied spirit. O Manas, the progenitor of kalpana! The singularity of all the cosmic vibrations! Who else is the Creator; of the multifaceted dreams? Who else is the Witness; of the everlasting worlds? Their kaleidoscopic colours, and their engaged plays? If not thy spirit? If not thy imagination?