Divine

A tall Stallion stood under the holy reside,

Climbed on with a fickle mind, shield every side.

Like a young boy, with attraction and fascination,

Building a self paradigm fitting the lonely soul’s imagination.

Deprived of love and care, drowned deep in sorrow

Looked up for a helping hand, emerged a divine halo.

Shielding dissolved in the euphoria of that sight,

Touched by an angel endorsed his soul to an all new height.

Spice of his soul revived in taste, watered his heart

Craving that minted feelings helped in molding that divine chart.

Walked those steps, climbed those slopes reached the stairway to heaven

Divinity soared at the end of the stairway,

Leaped and swathed the journey, slithered too, down the stairway

Climbed up on his own, at times pulled by the force upfront.

Dry leaves on the ground, brittle were some links

Soared by the cuts inflicted either by an idle mind or by a rosy stem

Some smeared by a divine touch, some lingered like red stains of ink.

So divine is the presence and so is the dearth,

Separate are the worlds but merged are in love and separated by death.

For the divinity in you!