Feminine Mystery

       Portrait Courtesy: Shraddha

One day when 'I' die 

All would born as free life

The long struggle to be

Would turn out to be a mirage 

Whose mystery is long known

But forgotten

Every concern or engagement

Is an escape to forget 

The first germ of life; its completeness

Shackles are nowhere 

But imagined as real

One day that image would disappear

And a blank sheet would represent

The Being and Nothingness

My mother my light 

Has merged into the shadow

To witness the geist 

Glittering in every particle 

All around ether 

One day when I laugh

On the seriousness of playfulness

And let the things flow 

Without any expectation or resistance

The day would be a new dawn

To the spirit of wholeness

And unity of phenomenon

Fragmented in an age of reason

And anarchus egoism of individuals 

One day the expression of collective

Would loose its relevance 

When man would realise

The silent spirit 

And its feminine mystery