Sunday, June 28, 2015

TRAVEL POEMS (PART--III) "A PILGRIM'S SEARCH"

                       
                                              A PILGRIM'S SEARCH



           













               



                                                         











                     
                          1)      Starry-eyed I look forth to break
                                   Through routine-grid and slake
                                   My soul with fresh ethereal trip;
                                   No guessing of unforeseen slip.
                                   My earthly burden bowed me down
                                   No jousting knight-a whining weather-beaten clown.

                         2)       I climbed aloft to gaze at the peak
                                   Strained every nerve to see the divine streak
                                   Assuming virtuous strength to touch
                                   The sublime summit, but not much;
                                   I sensed -- a sinking fatigue down
                                   Not a blooming lotus--a withering brown.

                         3)       Dipped in cool laving stream
                                   I couldn't shake off my leaden dream;
                                   In tinkling bells of sacred sound
                                   No heavenly thrill I found;
                                   I guzzled my senses with pleasures full
                                   Not yet freed from the mundane pull.

                         4)       Before the shrine I bowed and stood
                                   My filthy passions rugged and crude
                                   With fiery tongues full-hooded broke
                                   No change from sacred chant and smoke
                                   Stuck to the ground I could not feel
                                   Unresponsive as a bar of steel.

                        5)        Is this a journey, just moving on and on
                                   A lifeless load without inner dawn ?
                                   The distant denizens of the sky 
                                   Beckoned me, yet I can only sigh ;
                                   No passionate God-centered eye;
                                   I moved on and on with a soul-stifled cry.

                        6)        Immersed in deep soul-soothing sleep
                                   I clomb within the summits steep
                                   A ring of rain-bow tinted rays
                                   Gleamed at once from star-studded ways
                                   A bursting tide of bliss with flooding love
                                   I felt the touch of Ganges gushing from above.
                                            
                                         *********************************
                                         

                     28th June, 2015                                       Somaseshu Gutala
                               

                     Ref: 
                               Ethereal trip  = thinking about divine topics.
                              Jousting Knight = Engaged in fighting like a warrior 
                              Weather-beaten clown = tired fool or rustic.
                              Leaden dreams = Lazy and sluggish mental state
                              Blooming lotus  =  mental joy and unfoldment
                              Withering brown = faded and dull state like a fallen leaf
                              fiery and full-hooded = Impure thoughts rise like serpents.
                              Clomb = An old word for "Climbed"

                Note:    In this last "Travel Poems" series the pilgirm's search for 
                            getting spiritual peace is revealed. Though the pilgrim 
                            undertakes an arduous journey to see the temple, he
                            does not get mental peace. He mechanically goes through
                            all formalities but his mind filled with wordly attachments
                            and impure thoughts did not make him worthy of getting
                            true spiritual bliss. After returning home he fell asleep tired
                            and frustrated. Suddenly he felt his mind freed from worries 
                            and he felt a wave of bliss as if he was bathed in the holy
                            waters of Ganges.Unless we are mentally pure, just change
                            of place will not affect us much. If not, 
                           "Travelling is a fool's paradise" (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
                           
                     
                                       
                                                  

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