Formless I am,
Yet you see me in many forms.
I arise in you and all around,
Rosy red and ebony black.
I am present in a mother's sweet kiss,
In a father's harsh beating too I exist.
In a beast I live dormant,
Mute to his daily torment.
Inside an angel I overflow,
Radiant in her afterglow.
I am the melodious music of the gurgling stream,
Wreathing dance in the moonshine breeze am I.
I give the weak their strength,
Of me the tough too turn meek.
Beseeching me many wars are fought,
Seeking me many lost their sane thought.
From me numerous emotions arise,
As the hate too is my own progeny.
I make you laugh when sad,
And cry when you are happy.
I dissolve away all your pricking pain,
Manifold I increase your joyous gain.
Due to me the poison tastes sweet,
Hell too, I transform into paradise.
I dwell in the glorious idols of sanctum shrines,
You look for me in all these inanimate things.
I am your light in the utter darkness,
I support you at the ebb your lowtide.
I hold you safe in the deepest abyss,
I stand by you at your crowning apex.
I am the creator and in me is the destroyer,
I am the undying Love in your tender heart.
- T S Sudarshan [ 1 March 2007 ]
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