MY CANVAS IS STILL BLANK

MY CANVAS IS STILL BLANK

I suppose you dwell in everything.

Or are you everything ?

I tried hard to visualize your form.

But I could not fit you in a form .

Lord Ravana’s description of you,

is all that is known to me .

You do not have a beginning or an end.

A circle are you then?

I sit and think how should you look.

And the thinking goes on.

Are you those sounds which make no sense to me.

Or those mystical sights that I get to see.

Or the fire within which none could tame

Or those tears that swell in ecstasy and pain .

Are you that void which fills my emptiness?

Or are you that nothing on which dwells the existence of everything .

I tried to mingle with music , for if only I could hear your Damru.

I tried dancing , for if only I could glimpse your frequency.

I tried painting ,for if only my brush would move magically and bless me your sight.

My mind though in you has sank.

My canvas is still blank

Oh! Shiva.

(c)sunita grover raina2021

09/04/21