When I Met The Divine

Lying in my bed with broken heart
With bleak hopes of fresh start.
Listening to echoes of bitter rain
Shooting from my loved ones’ brain.

In the dark, I desperately cried
Longing to be espied.
I fell into the trap of dreams
Lulled by my own screams.
 
You appeared before my mortal eyes
In bright red under the blue skies
A rare blend of fire and ice
My eyes enlarged with surprise.
 
Your arms split into hundred boughs
On each hand, a face grows
Some babble in confusion
Some pour love in profusion.
 
Traitors and lovers appeared
All powerless and jeered
At my confused state
All churned in a spate.
 
Their voices blurred and fainted along
Then………I heard the blissful song.
All are puppets in Your hands
You owe all these lands
 
What are we but puppets alone!
Our ego makes us forlorn
Surrender clears all the haze
And Your presence is ablaze

Behind every clump of clay
Only You endow the ray
All complaints mixed in air
And killed all reasons of despair

Blessed I am with Your grace
Will feel You now in every face.