Invitation to Arise
By
Chaarvi Murari
At times it is a small
gesture,
A quite invitation the
other.
Sometimes she guides you
to walk ahead,
Otherwise with no hints
she just pulls you in the darkness
Only makes you listen to
your head, and the thumps of your heart.
She wants, she calls or
just whispers.
Standing at the centre of
that starless night,
She orders you to open
your eyes.
You try to let go of your
breath and unfold the eyes kept tight,
She pushes you to search
every inch of the inner sight,
until you learn to ignite
your own light.
She shouts, she demands
and she commands!
Until you don’t take
yourself to the end of knowing,
She keeps shattering you, yet
carefully giving you time for your mourning.
She lurks, she protects,
also she engulfs.
You either smile and let
her take charge,
Or simply cry and meet
death every day at large.
You either surrender and
let her take you far,
Or simply ignore and be
taken afar.
In either case you will
win, blooming out or drowning within.