Udaan

Udaan Udaan is an imaginative flight of the poet- a journey in vision toward harmony to harmonious gyre. Lord always inspires and kindles desire because creativity is delight also. Thus souls must shriek – it is mundane revelation in faith’s twilight kingdom – our desires must reign. Earth is also a fairy tale – here grasses murmur to reveal the dew drop. In search of knowledge- in Dharma’s twilight kingdom we must reveal to glorify our self. But the question is of unique power revealed in diversities – the flowers- leaves – petty-major lives - even a lesson to feel the mystery of light or lives; even the land is uneven – hills, mountains and plains; the glory of rivers is revealed to sea in ocean. Religion is in mystery-miracle as elf said more. It is a star sly tale- beyond the mundane – the imaginative flight. Towards the nation of human- sin-virtue, moral-immoral is same to the different hues of religion. Psalms-hymns-symbols associate a dream to unconscious to give a prophecy of peace toward relief. Sense and sensualities lead a man to forbidden pleasure-dome which never says of redemption. It is the songs of experience prevail upon wise-soul through the arch of redemption. Our conscious self is to achieve more but our second self is Divine to feel in the sea of knowledge. The playground is twice replayed – mundane and heaven. The wisdom is left in mind – mundane – the glory upon innocence – a journey from experience to innocence – the easeful heaven. These are not desirous souls but chastised in heart to follow the beloved generation – ‘Ego wins the Idm’. Virtue is proved in deed to transcend the souls toward Galaxy. Our soul’s knowledge it is confession in light. Here men-women are in conflict – pine ever for ‘Home sweet home’. Men are engaged in adultery, political conspiracy, religious anarchy which introduced the End Game is oblivious in crude nation. Oedipal complex here is no more a complex – the love is in light: the society would claim for learned mother. The scarcity of love is proved in every child’s psyche. A mother may herald a prosperous society – it is a journey from experience to innocence. Love is here no more instinct’s rage but to overcome in mirth. In the lap of nature – when holy babes played – the guardian souls rebuked ah! Sin. Babes are buds to bloom new – here the fear of worm. The origin is betrayed by original sin – the earth – purgatory hall. Our body is the prison Krishna – to get the one – eternal love. Only wisdoms are left in unreal lovers’ howl – it is journey from maturation to purification to revive the divine essence. The holy babes are morning babes to learn from this earth. The guardian souls must pretext again – the androgynous aspect. To learn from the life – to learn from the light – every dark is in opposite. The love is in light – is it disease or instinct to lees? Must repent Thy human soul! – Desire’s wriggle in filthy mire to pine ever for light. The existential purpose speaks about love – love is a relation – various to each other- love is light to find out- the entity of the Lord in the Nature. Nature is the wholeness to feel nothingness. The religion is in mystery-miracle tale. It is the soul’s desire to pine for mundane whole – all souls pray “ Hari Om or Hurry Womb”. ‘Om’ is the sacred syllable which means vacant to glorify the nothingness. Thy name is various to reveal in different tongue – the Lord: the unique one power in diversities. It is a tale of electron-proton and neutron together – the mass power- attraction-repulsion. It is one’s empty vaunt reflects nation’s wrath- which must demolish but creation is the mirth. So to love the wholeness is called love to the Lord. Love is very magnificent to our growth. It is multiculturalism to reveal through various rivers toward the ocean. It is the great bower of multicolourful flowers to reveal more their beauty. Beauty beautifies again the world – the one butterfly healer. The butterfly must merge the pollens – the different colours in one genre. The conch, merry bell and azan prayed together – it is soul’s knowledge to Divine. Is it the advent of light or life? Is He human! – The leading omen? The religious sermon is unique in nature – the culture differs. Psalms-hymns are different in ‘Manavantara’ – cross mingling through rebirth. Cynic told the sin tale – it is the Lord’s kindness – Divinity is the seed. It is the soil very fertile to harvest the crops to feed the whole nation. The soil can sustain, pertain but does not prevent its one virtue – mellow fruitfulness. It is an imaginative flight- the Lord is neither a man nor a woman but a leading omen – Her dreadful blood – laic or dread in name. A great lesson is controlled in Id’s domain – dark and light. The knowledge is from evil to good, sin to virtue – soul is powerful than body. It is Lord’s reflection every where – Krishna-Radha – the spiritual love but it introduces body beyond soul to the shadow. Body politics is very boredom if souls never speak – it is wriggling dirt in filthy mire into the whirlpool of sticky fluid. The morning babes urge to know – what is love? It is soul’s intrinsic desire to seek- to pine for new – all souls achieved – all souls will achieve. Creativity is delight, creativity is pain: fair is again foul. The desirous souls desire again- mundane to divine or divine to mundane. The beloved generation is in Divine eye – to love and beloved is our religion. Is it nation’s wrath to Thine in mundane world? Is it prophecy of darkness? Some people are only mumbling their vile desire to instinct – their desire of life engrossed in more – perhaps forgot of light. The mundane is in reverse- abracadabra. The same word is uttered ‘Hari Bal’ or ‘Horrible’ in different tongue indicates -‘The Dooms Day’. The gyre is changing again – the prosperous chariot’s wheel; it is re cyclic in rebirth and regeneration. Multicultural hues and races’ wrath clogged the prosperous wheel. The souls must follow the ideological giant – Dharma’s revelation to races’ glorious march. Poet pines forever until the souls will ever sing for one love. Under the grasp of Great Krishna – only mirages of love lead the virtuous soul to the greatest love. Men are really wise to imagine the love and to guess the right reason when right begins in left. The poet again is befooled by the imaginative ‘Udaan’; the mystery of the Galaxies would sparkle her eye. Knowledge is beyond more – she desires. It is very complicated to analyze – the poetic frenzy may be revealed in harmony. The Earth is the vision of Heaven- Hell.