God..
It is a paradoxical thought or an eternal belief ,
That heaven is the abode of the Gods and their angels in true spirit.
The celestial sphere where the soul perspires,
And the ultimate existance of the spirit after death transpires.
In my perspicuity and imagination,
Heaven is an abode where my angels used to reside.
In my complete conscience I ensconced into a paradise on earth,
My parents were the God and Goddess who uplifted my spirits at large.
Cuddling me and cosseting
at times to enchant and enjoy,
Their concern for me was always a divinity which I possessed.
My smile was precious to them in each significant moment,
Where ecstasy were the joys of embracing them in a tranquil atmosphere as a token.
Where the mind was without fear ,
And the head held high to confidently escape any trouble or scare.
Where the cheer in the family would be like a boon to treasure,
Where in each sacred steps I would sprinkle my tears to seek their blessings.
Into that paradise of heaven I would sleep in my mother's lap ,
And her hands over my head would slowly transgress into a drowsiness dream a wonderland.
That Gods are so kind , caring concerned and pure like my parents.
The real worship to Gods is praying while we are comfortable,
A superstition that if we don't worship daily;
A punishment shall be a catastrophe.
With such a fear how can worshipping be meaningful and complete ?
It is only out of fear that we won't be enriching lives and enjoy peace.
Sensitivities lead to effulgence and high spirits,
In the presence of my parents I always rested in a desirable pilgrimage.
As I have never witnessed the real gods and goddesses ,
They have been my spirit and ushered in an undaunted love.
I have adorned them in a chariot where they enrich and find solace.
When they were beside me and alive ,
They emboldened my courage and confidence to a greater facets.
I taught moral instincts and good virtues to embolden my spirits.
How could I live without them
and maintain a balance from such a distance?
I dive into an oblivion and constantly remember their touch and sensitivity,
In a retrospect I indulge in the charm of cuddling and their warmth in a divinity.
Their innocence and honesty has bestowed me with a gifted and treasured childhood,
In their company I have travelled to so many places;
And enriched my emotions in my parenthood.
Time waits for no one if someone passes away ,
Only the heart is torn away when you are secluded and deeply pained in their absence.
I have witnessed that God exists in their incarnations,
How enjoyable those days were when I used to sit on their lap!
It is frustrating when I sit in a seclusion ,
Reminiscences of the past compels me to be lost in a world of serenity.
The prayers in the morning help us to be motivational ,
When I close my eyes I see them in my imagination.
Those moments are nailed inside my heart,
As long as I live I will continue to worship them as my Lord in a devotional spirit.
In an eclectic envision where the numerous hearts dwindle down,
When they are subjugated with an eternal truth to parade to the heaven.
In their funeral pyre they relate ,
Let our souls live for your sustainability as you are so immature.
I derive their love and blessings in my veneration and admirance,
I seek their comfort whenever someone hurts me or I have prepared some payesh.
I continue to murmur and urge that they show their idealistic appearance,
As I hear the steps of their explicit cavalry.
Heaven to me is always that spiritual and emotional entity,
When my parents picked me on their shoulders to travel outside with some emboldened spirits.
SOMDATTA MITRA
Angela
16-Nov-2021 07:59 PM
Well done👍👏
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Niraj Pandey
16-Nov-2021 07:55 PM
awesome👌👌
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