This year too You ventured out,
Recuperating from your long illness,
Rejuvenated and Re – invigorated,
You danced and swayed with the millions,
Not like any other,
You choose to swing in the arms of
Alluring them to embrace You,
With their teary eyes.
You left your abode,
Kicking up storms of dust and dirt,
Sweaty beings thronging and swelling with pride,
As they beheld the divine sight.
But this year, I wasn’t overwhelmed,
Neither did my eyes brim with emotion,
I wonder why was that,
Had I lost my devotion,
Or have You lost your mojo,
Or is it my life blood has dried ?
the profusion of imagery ,
And the cacophonous adulation,
That surrounds the annual event today,
Has left me bewildered.
I love you in all your simplicity
Not in your adornments.
Your toothless sublime smile is only what I seek.
I know not whether I have blasphemed ,
In accepting that my devotion may have waned,
You are the omnipresent,
You reside in me ,
Yet, I forage the wilderness of life,
Seeking to be with You.
Is this the Truth that we all wish to discover,
Whilst the Truth remains
Ensconced in our Self…