My songs to God

The song I came to sing
remain unsung to this day
Till now I have been stringing
and unstringing my instrument

The words are not set right
rhyme is not perfect
But there is only this agony
of wishing in my heart

I have not seen his face
Nor have I listened to his voice
I have only heard his gentle
footstep from my front door

I live in the hope of meeting him
but this meeting is not yet.


The painting is one of Ravivarma.This painting inspired me to write this poem.

Someday....

Some day I will see you and not your image
Someday I will see your face not your mask
Someday I will see the truth not it's wrappings
Someday I will see the picture and not the pieces.

Someday I will feel the hope and not its hallucination
Someday I will feel your aura not just your presence
Someday I will feel your love not its imitation
Someday I will feel happiness not its illusion.

Someday I will hear your silence not your noise
Someday I will hear your thoughts not the altered words
Someday I will hear your voice not just sound
Someday I will hear your song not the humming.

One day I will see the path and not the mirage.