The Temple of Peace !!


I wanted to meet God, to look to feel,
To remove all illusions and see what's real,
To live my life in the pure, holy way,
That's how in this life i wanted to stay.

So I searched, searched far and near,
Looking for him, looking everywhere,
My temple of peace I had to find,
And that just kept playing on my mind.

I went to dargahs, temple and church,
I was shocked when it didn't help much,
There were priests, fathers and prayers,
And incense stick, candles and flowers in layers.

But I was still seeking the one,
And glimpses of him I had none,
The bells, prayers and rituals fascinated me,
But still God I could not see.

Why do you mock me, why do you tease,
Dear God please help me find the temple of peace,
I searched for days and years,
And slowly I was crippled by fears.

To set beliefs I was giving in,
Looked like life's illusion would win,
And walking in farm one day I see,
A small temple underneath a huge tree.

A bright dia lit by its little side,
A seemingly nice place for peace to hide,
So inside I steeped feeling lighter,
And the dia seemed to glow even brighter.

With renewed hope and cheerful smile,
I entered to sit for a while,
The place seemed empty in the first look,
No idle of God, no holy book.

And then sudden dawning I had,
The calm happiness drove me mad,
For so many years I tirelessly tried,
And now tears of gratitude I cried.

As I gained the knowledge that set me free,
The temple of peace was inside of me.

An afterthought: I wrote this piece with an actual temple in mind, one that I had visited few times. The temple is located around 100 k.m.s from Jodhpur and was close to a township I stayed in. When I used to visit the temple was in middle of nowhere with three houses nearby, and open dry fields. Also close was the smallest, quaintest and probably the quietest railway station. The sense of peace I found had nothing to do with religion but everything with the pure silence and nature around.

I had a chance to visit the place again last year, and took snap of this temple. Although it is now painted and looked slightly different, I felt the same peace prevailing over me, as had done half a decade earlier.

MY TEMPLE OF PEACE !!

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