Posted in BUTTERFLY on 07/02/2009 10:22 am by akshayadas
I saw her yesterday moving in my garden.
Roaming in my garded with her beautiful purple wings,
visiting each flower in my garden.
Carrying the pollen dust from flower to flower for pollination
in her ignorance.
She was drinking honey from my flowers.
Ravaging them their life to short ephemerality.
My flower died in the evening.
The butter fly dies the following day , the silken gloss purple skinnned
butterfly lying dead in my garden.
After laying her eggs in the process.
I am envious of her short life.
Oh, god! what a brilliant salvation in your kingdom.
Posted in Salvation on 07/02/2009 10:12 am by akshayadas
Every day is a process of salvation;
Salvation spraying water throughout.
Birth till death is an oneway entry,
no escape route, you get salvaged through out.
One day to be dumped into the graveyard or
consigned to flames.
You are born in your ignorance; not knowing where you have landed.
You leave the universe in your ignorance without knowing the destination.
But through out life making and faking attempts at bouts of salvation to get salvaged.
But no .. you keep lamenting, keep on dreaming for that moment of oblivion
to touch you to kiss you take you into sublimity….