A Midnight Spark

 A Midnight Spark

A night, a dream,

Beneath the shiny guiding star.

A light, a sign,

Hope I have not crossed too far.

Irony of the current generation,

Which exists in many a nation,

If it continues in this fashion,

Then our future has no extension.

We have built many things to ease our life,

Giving an illusion that we are safe,

Yet fear exists in our heart,

Needing us to be very alert.

Many things to make this world a small place,

Yet distanced ourselves in many ways,

Are we making this world a paradise?

Or into a cold desert of ice?

Humankind reached the moon,

May be to other planets very soon.

Yet we have hardly stepped into our neighbourhood,

And united as one species we have never stood.

We unravelled the secrets of history,

But the essence of life to many,

Still remains hidden in a veil of mystery,

Like those droplets of sweat behind every penny.

For us it is so easy to openly hate,

And we place trust in others very late.

For us it is tough to be freely in love,

Always trying to sabotage the white dove.

We kill each other in the name of one's God,

Claiming our faith has the purest overlord.

We fight with others over a promised land,

An eden from where all infidels are banned.

Are we not the same beneath our skin,

Made of blood and held by bones?

Does that not make us all akin,

Underneath all the diversifying overtones?

Oh! when will we grow out of this cocoon,

Towards the life replenishing nectar's boon,

I hope it will be a day very soon,

Before our eternal night of the no-moon.

Salvation of this world lies in every nation,

And for a nation it must start within each mansion,

But a mansion is made of an individual person,

So let me clean myself with full fervor & passion.

Let me fill till the brim each heart's chalice,

With the cream of love and the essence of life.

With no room for the seeds of hate intending malice,

All the pristine buds of spring shall blossom safe.

Many forms and words of expression,

Distorted in idiosyncrasies of culture & nation,

Their virginity still alive in dream land,

Like the essence of a rock is still in sand.

I wish to see these dreams the same way,

When I am asleep every night,

So that I can make them real during the day,

When I wake up to the shiny light.

But tomorrow I may cease to exist,

Yet these words of mine will continue to persist,

Because I am a tiny little midnight spark,

And the fire I ignite will surely leave its mark.

- T. S. Sudarshan. [26 March 2010].