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MODES OF SELF EXPRESSION: TO A GOD UNKNOWN


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Lost in reveries, I sometimes do feel-
When in times of my direst needs, before my god, I kneel.
Distant dreams often address my senses,
And to the visions of a more distant past I reach with my lenses.
For my sight fails in these crossroads
Where I stand undecided in the midst of these rolling broads
That convey to me the precipitous nature
Of my own desolation in these alien pastures.


Night and day have rolled into one-
The silent medium of my personal harangue.
I revel in the midst of this teeming vastness
Which has gifted me with the insight to explore-
To cure my presumptousness.


Do cast your eyes on me in my tramping habits
Where I have now fallen- that bearer of riches and wit,
The scorner of dreamers and minstrels, the spurner
Of the heavenly abode and the songs of mourners.
There was a day once when I refused to believe
That the beauty of kinship was eternal and not make-believe;
And then I ignored that single moment
Which sheared off the lone ties that remained
Leaving me forlorn and repentant.


Give me back now that lost world
Of joy and kinship in those pastures of old.
Bring back for my repentant self
Those dreams that I once treasured for myself,
And let me realise them and not despise
Their earthly profundity bereft of materialistic license.
Let me now dream all the more as I awaken
And am brought to earth;thus my belief in the Lord shall not be shaken.


Night and day I have ceased to dream-
I am being fetched and bound by a silvery stream:
And so reality dawns as an exception
Like a bolt from the northern sky- a silly misconception!


I turn to god as a solace and balm; and I live
To this day with the hope of seeing the door and dive
Into the lair of god's forgiveness.


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