Memories of faded gods
The sweet blends in the poem note down their beauty and re-occuring bliss. The poem is the story of God, Allah, the creator, and his small angels, his sweet and infant children. The children used to learn new things in heavens. And how would be a life of a man who was fortunate to live besides heavens who saw what the angels were doing, their work, their way of life, and their honorable families. A poem telling the story of God and his prestigious heavens from the vision of an angelic scientist. His journey tale as beautiful as God himself and his heavens will be. :)
Outstretched my arms were raised,
When I stood and looked to distant lands,
Desert sailors have crossed the seas,
Filled with waste, evil, and dirt which was haste.
I thought of gardens and mist,
Where rubbed cold snow on wrist,
A path which was long gone,
Comes down again to me.
Seldom in many ways,
Bursting with glory of the sun’s rays,
Flying crafts and blossoms sleek in eyes,
We gathered into dream lands were asleep,
Abundances were their forested keep,
Crowns of theirs kept on stands,
They filled the last stars in our skies,
Endeavor to an ending was their thought,
Their hands have held carved wands.
We dreamt of skies filled with light,
It meant for hope full of cheer!
It was known that he was might,
Their fellowship was sound and clear!
The god was one and we were nine,
Small gods so roamed blessed their work!
Their eyes so white and they do shine,
Captains always fed their herd!
Tinder were those forests,
They drew the flames too much near,
When I looked to distant lands,
Saw light and haze flying like spear,
Desert sailors have thought of seas,
Their thoughts amok the passions neat,
They ate the food so much sweat,
And they cry for love the jewel of light!
I stood and stood I saw their might!
The stories do tell,
That they do well,
Kindest kin,
And they would swell,
The story of light,
Life, sailors, and distant lands,
Their foods were so delirious,
And their buds used to play in prams,
Creepy it looks but they were righteous in sight.
By Tushar Arora
Dated: Friday, October 26,2007