the monstrous pollution, the Ozonic depletion,– the alarming signs in the earth’s biosphere, afflict the very gene of life: showing up deserts in places of oasis, slums in places of smiling cities. The entire planet foredoomed to slow death by the environmental pollution, the impending death of oceans, the deadly viruses, the gaseous poisons. The
In the beginning when nothing was there, no stirring of life, no being, no non-being, no cowl of the sky, no spangled heavens, no spring-eyed earths, no cycle of seasons, no trace of time, no canopy, no roof, no cloud, no rain, no land mass, no ocean, as Agni I was there. Time had not
The fuel of the sun and moon, my mere touch ignites the flames in the heart of galactic darkness, my burnt-out ends form dust-clouds. Stars are but my sparks, the mosaic of space, its filigreed splendour, my handiwork. The lightning-bearing cloud, the hail-storming thunderbolt, by me are fuelled. The fire in the wind hurricanes, blizzards,
The king, whose court five adorn on his bidding they come and go. His eyes to see nose to smell ear to hear, tongue to taste, light in dark. Their support lets him gain dominion over elements by which he creates and un-creates worlds upon worlds. So long have I been in circumference failing to
Long enough a wait! how may I unwrite my fate, cleanse the dross, annul the mortal cross, move from darkness to light? All life but a sacrifice like vapours rising like rain falling. Life-giving bright this sacrificial light, every cranny illumining! Live full my cycle of sacrifice all nature offering oblation with flowers of devotion.
They go and come out from one god’s house to another to vandalize and desecrate the others’ god. What is their religion? Mutilation of truth! molestation of love! murder of the Father! On what mission? The same one they have been throughout the eons : forced conversion to their fold propagate the parochial darkness of
Ever attuned to racing heavens I know altitude of every near and distant sun my heart throbs in galactic glens where lord-borne cattle go grazing. I am mystery of wombing void, I orchestrate musical band of many a giant and baby star on eternity’s symphonic scale. In heart of benighted chaos my live orchestra is