The old man and the Ganges

Askance there stood a faded figure against the bloodshot twilight skies
Seeped in abysmal kindling psalms, distanced from the worldly artifice
As he pored on his murky silhouette gently caressed by the stream flowing by
Ganges, the mother of nirvana, touched upon his weary soul with a muffled sigh
“My child! Thou lastly here, at the confluence of dawn, fall and renaissance
Awaited you and your surmises and impasses on life, death and sublime penance”

“Consumed in life, its endless lure while tied to figments of false grandeur
With a starving soul in my lost conscience that knocks the door of the inner core
I measured life in days and hours as I dwelled in the lust of eternity
Whilst a forgotten spirit inside repulsed and spurned my boundless vanity
As a war of two conflicting worlds pervades my besieged existence
Futility of life and fear of demise, hound my illusioned worldly sense”

“My child! You see my tireless stream, the spirit of my endless vim, which nurtures the land and beings alike with the life’s nectar
This endless string in maker’s hand, ties the mortals together, while forms transform, this thread remains, the only constant factor
While life’s a fact and death’s a truth, unified end to end
As life rejoices a newfound form, death heralds the continuity of it, where they both append.
Behold the burnings at my banks and feel the eerie whiff of flesh as someone returns to elements
A chapter ends, a new seed sown in the supreme accord of divine entrapments”

Immersed in the words of river divine, with a now convinced prejudiced mind
He said “Holy Mother! As you cradle with fondness multitudes of mankind
Dawn and dusk subsumed in your sublime deluge
Will you allow me in your unfettering refuge?
When I fall with time and scorch on your banks to elements, you wake my spirit and lift it too
In your merciful arms, free my sinful burdened soul and make me new”

© 2015 Vikas Chandra

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