Inspirations
- The Galleria |
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Episodes Poems by R Y Deshpande
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Nidra
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I am femto-boss of zimmerland And zimmermights are strident to outdare The swift of foot. The harsh enormity Of man’s evil exists not here, nor day Nor night with dishonoured flames. Because heaven is good, zimmeryouth braves The littleness inherited from no Of the past. In my inner room I work Miracles in wee details of the hour That sometimes jumps out from an old tired clock In suddenness of hope springing to life. Habits die hard but unapologetic And sure-fire is the zimmerwill and not Till this moment was anyone aware Of spirit’s possibilities. Beyond The hoarding at the city’s edge In rainbow red drawn from god-haste raced steeds Of my desires. Warm-hearted and strong-limbed, White-maned in my moods, fluent like thrilled songs, They were already one with wind and sky. Nor frail mortality would halt their speed And what it bore was agelessness of truth, In the ways of the world too. Unquestioning zest That takes it everywhere defeats death. I’d known fate as my friend when destiny By chance introduced me to living trust. She was wearing an augural necklace Of corals brought from seas of zimmergleams And from the flight of the birds I discerned That time has come the new race to begin: O in femto-measures the soul of god Growing in enchantment of hills and trees And water and air, calm quintessential! Then in a gesture as of a winging Height’s eagle swooped down rapture from flight’s best, Flooding the zimmersoul with beauty’s joy. |
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