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Inspirations
- The Galleria
Poems by R Y Deshpande
But
many more songs have remained unheard;
But then
there is no end to the course of time
And
there are yet wide silent spaces to be stirred.
All these
hours must pass like fading dreams
And
all the notions of life and its mystery
Deepen
into sleep that is God’s one great gift
Holding
in its joy revelation’s strange memory.
I am not
worried that there were wasted hours
Or
that I spoke at times the vernacular of despair,
For the unknown,
the unseen, is a wondrous hope
And
it carries the quiet flame up on the flaming stair.
But the sky
there is not a misty or tenuous blue
Nor
is my unsung song made of uncertain stuff,
Now that
the morn of morns, and the day of days,
Has
come I tell you the unheard is not the far-off.
I might have
lived unlived love for too long,
Cherished
feelings that sharpen the points of pain;
But ‘tis
pain that pushes unhappy things behind, --
To
such an extent that love it shall forever gain.
Orange-hued
dew-wet from vineyards of peace,
It carries
the music of its gold and green,
The
songs of birds and the bright fruits of trees.
Streams flow
in the honey of its sweetness,
A
vibrant light courses through cell and cell;
My whole
being is jubilant, as if a prayer
To
the infinite was set ablaze in it to dwell.
What can
I say of the intimate touch of this air,
Exuberance
that makes the heart leap to the moon?
O the love
that is the foundation of deathless life,
Spontaneous
and true, and splendid like the noon!
There is
the secret magic which has disclosed
The
wonder that the whole creation is a Flame, --
A flame that
grows in its own self to be flames,
Everywhere in the awareness a marvellous name.
