Of course, it was no fault of mine!
Why would otherwise,
In the utter darkness,
The radiant Sun would shine?
Not the Sun that adorns the galaxies high above
But the Sun within me which has no start or end
The eternal soul bound to ethereal love
Flowing like a river without a bend
Proving all the way
It was no fault of mine!
Where did I come from?
No one knows!
Whom am I bound to?
No one knows!
Yet the glimmer of moon in the night
With my eyes upright
Though blotted it is quite sublime
Yet it proves without a mistake
That it was no fault of mine!
What can be compared to that spontaneous joy
When rain drops fell,felt by the village boy
Nothing so pristine like that earthly love
Peace within me like I am dove
Its the ecstasy in my heart
That makes me groove and my worries short,
When I could sense that unseen bond
Innate composure that my body flaunts
Neither a burden nor a bore
A fleet of boats on a beautiful shore
Explains the world my unity with the self
I can flow and I can fly
I can be sweet, I can be wry
Yet at least that one soul knows far apart
That it was not a fault of mine!
-Prashant
Why would otherwise,
In the utter darkness,
The radiant Sun would shine?
Not the Sun that adorns the galaxies high above
But the Sun within me which has no start or end
The eternal soul bound to ethereal love
Flowing like a river without a bend
Proving all the way
It was no fault of mine!
Where did I come from?
No one knows!
Whom am I bound to?
No one knows!
Yet the glimmer of moon in the night
With my eyes upright
Though blotted it is quite sublime
Yet it proves without a mistake
That it was no fault of mine!
What can be compared to that spontaneous joy
When rain drops fell,felt by the village boy
Nothing so pristine like that earthly love
Peace within me like I am dove
Its the ecstasy in my heart
That makes me groove and my worries short,
When I could sense that unseen bond
Innate composure that my body flaunts
Neither a burden nor a bore
A fleet of boats on a beautiful shore
Explains the world my unity with the self
I can flow and I can fly
I can be sweet, I can be wry
Yet at least that one soul knows far apart
That it was not a fault of mine!
-Prashant
Small City Thinker 