Filling The Voids

My perspective on the Shiva Trilogy: Amazing work of today's literature. It has everything - love, respect, justice, vengeance, evils of society and the fight for truth. It touches the deepest chords of heart and is an inspiring piece of art. The way Amish has connected the dots from mythology to today's world is worth appreciating. And the best part, it has no signs of being inclined towards any particular religion. As Amish puts it, "Har Har Mahadev All of us are Mahadevs, All of us are Gods For His most magnificient temple, finest mosque and greatest church exist within our souls." I am not debating on the story being true or not, I just want to believe it. With a deep respect for the book, appreciation for the author and faith in the Almighty, I feel privileged to have read this.

Showers of blessings Is what the Flower is looking for. Scorching heat and burns Is all that's coming now. Seasons all - dry and rainy Is what it has seen. Shrivelled and gloomy It looks now, In this phase of lean. Pour some gentle drops Is what it pleads for; Help it bloom and flourish By your mercy showers.

What makes a rainbow? A color? No, my dear friend, Its the amalgamation of seven different colors; That come together Merging their boundaries. What makes the sky look beautiful? A star? No, my dear friend, Its the combination of stars, planets, moons; Objects of all shapes and sizes That move in harmony Around each other. What makes the atmosphere? A gas? No, my dear friend, Its the mixture of various gases Along with right amount of water vapor That keeps us alive. These are facts Which we all know. I wonder then, Why have we not Drawn inspiration from nature? Why are we not ready To break the shackles Of caste, creed, race Religion and place? We talk to "them", But we don't gel with them. We cling on to these barriers; Thinking - I am a Rose While he is a Tulip And she a Daffodil. Friends, Think - What a lovely bouquet It would be, If we forget these differences And spread around The fragrance of Harmony.

Calm and composed Was the sea, With the waves Playing smoothly. When came a maelstrom To break the peace, And suck away all goodness By its tweak. Cruel and ruthless Is what i can say For the one who came To destroy the day. Devastated it looks now, Dejected i feel To stand at the shore And look at the sea. I like to believe though And would love to see The sea regain its tranquility. As, it is And would always be -  The oasis of serenity.