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©Narendra Rai….July, 17, 2016…. The Outer Light

©Narendra Rai….July, 17, 2016….

The Outer Light

I am not in the world, the world is within me
Like the sweet scent lingers within the flowers
So is the whole world lies within me in the
Dungeon of the soul and the soul traverses

Through the nature capturing and rupturing
Of the eternal beauty in chilly and in sizzling days
And in days and in nights, in the calmness
And in the murmur of brooks, in hissing of floras

By gentle touch of waft of wind and the ethereal
Unheard music is purred through the dales by
The arrival of the morn –the wheel thus whirls
Around in gradual movement birthing both in turn

The night and the light with hidden mystery
Of the carver that lies ere each unveiled
In the breaking of dawn and on arrival of the night
Still the blindfold keeps ceasing the inner wheel

To twirl around hierarchically both inner and outer—
And the whispers of leaves at the bank of brook
Some having blue song of lost life to the ground
And from them again the life takes birth piercing

Out 0f the heart of the earth and some having full of 
Ecstasy of inceptive of hey-days of life with each 
Passing moment moves towards taking their last 
breathe of life being an eternal part of whirling wheel…

The tender touch of the howling wind to the
Body kindles up all the dead senses of soul and russet
Placid rays bring unprecedented images to mind
That unites the life with unseen world of inner-self…

The light caresses across hands that unfolds
The Intuition song and hearkens within one
to be sung by inner bird to the beauty of nature
and nurtures unwavering waves of consciousness

to the light and the world seems to be within
One full of love In the light of one’s inner light
is lit up by the outer light of the life to yield the
Intuition to fuse with all hues of the Redeemer…

©Narendra Rai…July, 17, 2016…
Written by: Narendra Rai…
©Narendra Rai….July, 17, 2016….

The Outer Light

I am not in the world, the world is within me
Like the sweet scent lingers within the flowers
So is the whole world lies within me in the
Dungeon of the soul and the soul traverses

Through the nature capturing and rupturing
Of the eternal beauty in chilly and in sizzling days
And in days and in nights, in the calmness
And in the murmur of brooks, in hissing of floras

By gentle touch of waft of wind and the ethereal
Unheard music is purred through the dales by
The arrival of the morn –the wheel thus whirls
Around in gradual movement birthing both in turn

The night and the light with hidden mystery
Of the carver that lies ere each unveiled
In the breaking of dawn and on arrival of the night
Still the blindfold keeps ceasing the inner wheel

To twirl around hierarchically both inner and outer—
And the whispers of leaves at the bank of brook
Some having blue song of lost life to the ground
And from them again the life takes birth piercing

Out 0f the heart of the earth and some having full of 
Ecstasy of inceptive of hey-days of life with each 
Passing moment moves towards taking their last 
breathe of life being an eternal part of whirling wheel…

The tender touch of the howling wind to the
Body kindles up all the dead senses of soul and russet
Placid rays bring unprecedented images to mind
That unites the life with unseen world of inner-self…

The light caresses across hands that unfolds
The Intuition song and hearkens within one
to be sung by inner bird to the beauty of nature
and nurtures unwavering waves of consciousness

to the light and the world seems to be within
One full of love In the light of one’s inner light
is lit up by the outer light of the life to yield the
Intuition to fuse with all hues of the Redeemer…

©Narendra Rai…July, 17, 2016…
Written by: Narendra Rai…