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Waiting

by Varsha Sreenivasan

[box]The poem speaks about the Supreme in Its Creator, Nurturer aspects. It also talks about the human arena where the nature of the Creator or ‘Creativity,’ plays out and is witnessed. It highlights the role of human beings as both the instruments and witnesses of this Supreme Play, where the Creator is deemed as All Knowing and the human as a mere pawn in a largely unpredictable play of daily life. The human acknowledgment of the divine as the One behind it all and the eternal quest for meanings in this Play forms the background to this piece. Is there a meaning locked away somewhere? Is there a key to this treasure chest? The search continues…[/box]

[box type = “bio”]Varsha Sreenivasan has been an active contributor to Spark since August 2010. She is an ex-media professional currently involved in the field of film-making. She prefers to describe herself as a student of Nature like everyone is. She believes, as such a student, she is still learning. She dabbles in ‘juvenile poetry’ and prefers rhyme to reason.[/box]

Perched in

one corner,

pen on paper,

clueless me

counting the hours,

until we meet..

me and Her.

“child,”

breathes the wind,

“..what’s the matter?”

continues

the voice

of Mother Nature.

not a word

out of the pen,

not a word

to account for

many hours spent

worrying about

the blank

assignment.

“Not in the mood

to write?”

asks She;

i turn around

sheepishly.

“that’s the question

i..

have for You

Mother,”

comes the

quiet reply

as my answer.

She turns

Her head,

She looks

at me;

“What does

that mean?”

She asks

cautiously.

“i am

the pen,

You are

the words;

i..the instrument

You use

to execute

Your work”

“I see”

says She

if I

am the Doer

and not you..

then why

don’t you

give up?

you have

nothing

to lose!”

“exactly,”

i say

i have

nothing

to lose,

and everything

to gain,

if i play well,

this waiting game

that You taught me

O Mother dear..

i will always remember

when You said,

“child, nothing

but waiting

is

the real thing,

by which

one gains

everything.”

“So what

do you

hope to gain

dear child?”

She asks

turning to me

Her blazing eye.

i wonder

at the icebergs

melting inside..

is it summer

already?

i jump

in sudden joy.

“i hope

to gain

some answers

dear Mother.”

eyes meet

the gaze

of Mother Nature,

the One

who always

teaches

Her children..

never ever

shy away from

asking your question.

“ASK,”

She commands

i try

to remember..

what did i

wish

to ask Mother?

suddenly i fish out

a question

for Her,

this beautiful world,

this immaculate creation,

this perfectly co-ordinated

play of

space, time and matter..

what

is the meaning?

what is the point

of it all

o Mother?”

“child,”

i hear

Her gentle laugh,

“as the child

you ask,

as the Mother

I offer,

but for a while

from now,

I ask

to reverse

this order;

I will meet

you here,

same time

next year

and when

I ask

you

this question,

you will have

finally

discovered

your answer.”

Rubbing my eyes

i sit upright

was that

a dream?

i wonder

and smile;

as the church bells

chime,

i hurry along,

to the study where

in the dream

i had gone;

papers on the table

pen in my hand,

i address

to myself

my assignment.

“Give first,

ask later,

Give unconditionally

like

a True Mother;

Don’t worry

about race, class

or gender;

But when you

give,

Give

like a True Mother.

Don’t wait

to heal another,

Don’t wait

to help another,

Don’t wait

to strengthen another,

and when you

give,

Give

like a True Mother.

Give

to another

that missing piece,

the jigsaw

puzzle called You

will solve itself;

Give

to another

that smile

that heals

the scalding burns

of a thousand hells.

Give;

don’t bother

what you

get for yourself,

When You are

whole

you’ll know,

like a thousand

rising Suns,

your light

will show,

everything

you were

giving to,

were the missing

pieces of

One puzzle

Called

You”.

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