She Made Me Stood Still

Small eyes like a speck on a wall

Nose as thin as waist of a belly dancer

Her lips were as usual as red colour of a rose

And skin tone darker than any white

Her body was sleek though

And a dressing style charming

And she was all in whites

But, still there was something attractive

About her..her attire

I tried to notice her hair..may be they were long or bronze

Cant say..as she stood facing me all the time

Me dumbstruck..my skin got bumpy

And let me remind you that I am a girl

So..i would want to know..

Know from where or what ?

 the lady radiates an aura

That is purer than a pearl

And greener  than any spring season

And then I went closer

Looked into her eyes

There laid a melancholy

Unseen or  seen but uncared..

My eyes blinked..and so they did many times

I felt as if time had dilated for a while

All I see was her..her eyes..

So small as if intentionally done 

to hide from common people

And unhide from lunatic observers

And then they started wrapping her in papers

And packing in brown cardboard boxes

And I stood still and quiet

Still Thinking hard to solve the riddle

Where..from where did the beauty emerge?

It was beautiful..i know..they say..
but ..what was it that all laid?

I felt cherishing her beauty one time

After all she was “my” creation

And then at another moment

I felt poisoned and betrayed

I filled life in her

And she..what did she do to me..

 made me still and stunned?

Its magical to admire your work sometimes

Because you know the flaws in them all the times

And still, you have to find  the beauty

Because you know somewhere it exists...

but… what , where and how much..

You just don’t know exactly…

Its exemplary to realise how ironical is the fact

The creator of beauty is the most ignorant person

About its aura, charm and effulgence

And most important about its “beauty”

By loving and being loved

When you sent me to this earth

I was crying, weeping and screaming loud

My eyes were red, moist and swollen

And voice was choked by some spirit over

The angels then came and sat by my side

and started hugging me with affection wide

bidding a farewell to one of their child

oh! the child has a heart beating with pace such high

that it may burst with silent crys

"you told me about “being human”

and appreciated the genius minds of this universe

you showed me the beauty of green nature

and talked about the feasts enjoyed by humans

your angels carried me towards my “to be home”

and showed how protective a mother’s lap was

your messenger prepared a necklace of flowers

and earrings of shells near a beach cool and large

they decorated me into a beautiful attire

and mesmerised me with dimples of sparking smiles

but, what about me..my soul ?

The apple will nourish my body.

But Where will the daemon go?

Where will it get its nourishment from?”

“dear! You haven’t  even started yet

 Still, You are thinking too much.

Look! you have already started developing human!

This! exactly..this is the magic of my creation

Go! Go with some flying colours.

Climb, dance, talk and most importantly..fly apart"

"mm...my...my soul...

if it was hungry, thirsty and incomplete

in a house of god and angels

imagine! what its plight gonna be

on a land of greedy and chahoho creatures

it will be assaulted, scratched and mercilessly sucked

and...."

"nourish..nourish it...nourish its every fibre and grain

give..give it..fathoms of energy..

and quanta of sunlight..

nourish..nourish it..and then you will fly..fly apart."

"but h...hhh...how?"

"by loving and being loved”

author's note:
many poets, writers, philosophers and other great minds of this universe have talked about the existence of a soul or some power unseen and divine residing in this dark body made up of matter. often our (entire human race..) activities encroach us..directly or indirectly. here, we criticise or express our helplessness of the human nature. our allegations and complaints even target GOD sometimes. but, remember.."moh-maya" is enjoyed by body; and so, body itself repays for it. but, we can let the sacred flame of our soul burn by the very emotion GOD incorporated in EVERY human. that is, love. and this is not love of a man and a woman. but, divine love. you could love every human around yourself and cherish their being. i say, not human even. you could love any creature. i say, not creature even. one could love some thing non-living. and then, lets think about loving some thing non-existent. then, how divine will that be? and when you love, you are being loved.  

:with love~~isha jain~~