A Mad Poet.....

Goddess Saraswati played the veena and the poet’s room which was profusely leaking because of a dilapidated roof and sinking walls was now effulgent with a divine glow. Waves after waves of supernaturally beautiful melody gripped the environment there. And the place now looked temple-like, pure in spirit and glowing in divine. But the roof was still leaking and the walls were still sinking

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It was true that there was no splendor of wealth but there was the conscience and the splendor of wisdom.

The Poet who was so frustrated and who had withstood all the kicks and death-blows of the mercenary world for so many years now felt a divine calmness of the supreme order. It was the flower of his life-long pursuit of connoting the transcendental. His quest to realize a new direction of thought and life’s movement was at last garlanded with a divine spark……..And he sat with his pen with a view to signifying the transcendental vision that had now awakened him. But he stopped his restless poetic pen and became absolutely silent because he could sense very well that any display of a transcendental spiritual experience was utterly valueless to the world around him. He put his pen in a plastic case and felt more liberated and blest. 

It was raining for the last 20 days and the sun was caged in thick clouds. The day looked like the evening. Gloominess prevailed all over. And the poet now strongly felt that his inner spiritual wealth had qualified him for a higher world. In other words he had now learnt to live by the standards of a divine world. He now felt that he was a member of another world that is ever pure and esoteric.

With all these inner changes, he suffered many outward changes too. Now he felt everything so intensely that he would cry often……He would feel happiness so intensely that he would smile, then giggle and then roar in laughter. He got a spark of divine knowledge and that was beyond the comprehension of people around him. He would see that the world is transitory. And he would cry at the modern men’s frantic and breathless run for material comfort…….His feelings and emotions were now unpredictable just like the forces of Nature …….. He tended to become a part of Nature. Moreover his very nature attained Nature-hood. He became more and more like the waves of a sea or like an unpredictable river or like a sudden/violent gust of wind. And he achieved that state of consciousness-TO BE ONE WITH NATURE……….AND he was amazingly happy in his inward world. He now belonged to the nature and the complicacies and the anxieties of a modern man were no way traceable in him………He lived by the standards of a divine world and the people around him now called him: A MAD POET.