#Poetry As the naughty toddler with a destiny to set the mankind free; your every verse is a God. Let it unshackle the reader that kneels before it. #smimano 'Krishna's birth: The genesis of a Poem' In the prison he was manifest, as the most beautiful one, in the complexion of the dark clouds. Under the cover of the midnight, when the locks fell and the guards fell asleep mysteriously, shifted out in the middle of the lashing rain, to a village of shepherds, across the dark raging yamuna. For whom the river in spate parted making way, and the thousand hooded Adishesha opened cover as an umbrella. Ain't this a metaphor to poetry. It is born at twilight in the dark corner of a caged mind, but destined to bloom in the pious stage. As the emancipation, laden with the water to spring forth a paradise of nourishment. But first, it must be carried across the raging river of tonight's mirage, further fueled by the rains of misery. One needs to only take the first step and the mirage makes way. The serpent of time opens its cover of hope and leaves the blue alphabet dry, without blotting. And across the night, at the first light, in the company of the hyms, where the ascetics milk the alchemy of the dawn, the poem smiles. As the naughty toddler with a destiny to set the mankind free; your every verse is a God. Let it unshackle the reader that kneels before it. Conversations with The Obscure Obvious 💕💕💕
