Sunday 26 March 2017

Weanling child of Tradition in a blind alley

Thoughts begin to drop in an ocean of silence!
All my sweat and blood echo the reminiscences!
Moistures malign my eyes,
to usurp the boils of reasoning in all that I do.
Who could seek the silent melting in devotion?
I was at the temple of Shri.Padmanabha Swamy in Thiruvananthapuram.
Decades ago, all my ancestors might have had their heyday!
Yoyoing the catchy bullies,
none remained in the castle of dreams for a long time.
I whisked my mindless logic away from all the rituals of limitations.
Are we limited in any way?
Who could limit your self when the cosmos spills the blessings beyond all reasons?
We are born to build a divine tower of trust.
(Copyright:Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan-March27,2017)