ODE TO THE GOD
-Varsha S

Nature is sensitive.
Life is a poem of beauty.
It secretly showed me it’s varied faces;
hurricane of struggles,
then a breeze of divinity.
Then I found you everywhere;
amid the forest pines and ferns,
beside the frozen blue lake,
under the wide spread white sky,
above the rich moist earth.
I found you far and near.
I felt many me.
Wasn’t sure, but, you looked the same as me.
Was I looking into the mirror?
Was I dreaming?
Maybe you were an illusion.
Maybe you were my hologram.
Maybe you were my twin.
Maybe you were my colorful shadow.
Or maybe we all are same in the eyes of God.
The same soul in different bodies.
With happiness, sorrow and wonder,
this makes me ponder
upon the multi-d printer that made us.
Also, did colors of a chameleon paint my rainbow?
And feathers of a peacock make my pillow?
Children of the streets ask such questions.
That was hard to answer even by the sages.
And the story goes on.
I won’t tell it as a story,
I will tell it as a poem instead.
So, that it will be easy to comprehend.
Again, I ask, why did you give me this life?
this rollercoaster ride?
Am I your favorite child?
If not a moonchild,
at least.
Silence was the answer,
however.
Went on introspecting the tenses,
through the God given senses.
I realize,
life blossoms
when the space unfolds.
Like a crescent to a full moon,
I grow,
from a baby
to a granny.
Not just in age,
but in experience too.
So experienced that
I am feeling safe in the darkness.
It doesn’t scare me.
How am I to be so brave and wise,
without you, my creator?
I reckon.
It is because I bias,
he replies.
Or if he could bias others?
I question.
Now I question my existence.
Seems like my life is going in reverse.
Am I lost in this multiverse?
Suddenly I wake up.
I wake up from this dearly dream,
rising to the reality.
This dream meant an eternity,
to me and to those
who reads this piece of poetry.
I hurkle durkled all the way till midnight,
only to witness another such dream.
I wake up the next day to a glowing beam.
You went poof before I even rubbed my eyes.
What if I had lost you? whispered my conscience.
I lost me as I soon as I lost you, I realize.
Seeking you,
was my favorite thing to do.
From dusk till dawn,
I was searching for you in a pink gown.
Couldn’t see you afar.
Couldn’t see you anywhere near.
I somehow want to see you.
Almost,
at last.
Wither art thou?