Body,
Soul and Universe
The colours of life....
The evening breeze
embrace the ghats..
hot summer day ends
its routine…
the ghats gets active
as the sun slowly disappears,
pilgrims move in a
rush to attend the arti,
boatmen waiting for
their turn at the ghats,
a group of oldies
started their evening games,
couples move in search
of a private place ,
children play cricket
with lot of excitement…
Here I am looking at
the illuminated ghats..
LED lights shower
bright light in the ghats,
Form an arc of lights
connecting all the ghats together,
Red flames appears in
a rythemic move..
Its not from the
regular electric lights
or flickering camera
flash
the flames move with
the dance of the wind
Up and down at several
times…
Its aarti time and the
prayers are on…
As the chants
progress, the pundits move
the lamps in the hands of the pandits
draw a picture in the
air with dancing flames..
The songs of the soul
Little far ahead, I
see again flames move up,
This time there are
several place it appears,
Oh. It is the burning
ghats,
where the dead bodies
are cremated.
The flames start at eh
slower pace,
But catches up the
entire body
The fireballs move up
much faster in the air,
The soul leaves the
body to return
to lap of mother
earth,
or to the womb of
mother nature
Everything ends in a
much quicker way,
In the purity of the
fire, the dead body gets sanctified,
a small white mound of
ash left at the funeral place
the universe takes
back the atom of another life here,
the physique remains
as the five elements of truth
when the soul leaves
the shell it carried so long
but leaves no trace as
it bears no value …
other than just some
faded memories
returns to the wind,
the fire, the ether, the earth and the water….
No longer none can
claim anything back,
It is life, or It is
myth, or it is the reality
Where death liberates
your soul to
the universe for ever
and ever
it is the power of
nature or almighty….
