Alchemy

A strange mélange of melancholy and inexplicable joy of being part of some majestic grandeur washes over me. In gratitude, a smile emerges and makes its way through the thin veil of tears: crystalline rainbows jingle and clinker. 

"If you love me, you would just drift into my view", I say to myself and to the invisible Spirit while hanging the laundry on the clothesline. And lo, as soon as I had hung the last article, it came, a Brahminy kite. Cruising in from the northeast, it pulled a few tight circles almost above my head, leaped vertically in an upward thrust and rose and rose, straight as an arrow and then took a shallow dive towards the earth, only to conquer much greater heights, propelling me  to grow my own wings and take that ultimate leap into the luminous domains:

Lo, a raptor cruising 

the hallowed heights: 

circling, aligning

zigzagging, dropping to

rise again...dancing to

the scintillating drops

of light over the rain-

-drenched leaves.

for whom does it twirl

and gyrate with such 

abundance and grace? 

mesmerised i follow it

watch it alchemise into 

a lotus swaying in a pond, 

and i into a bird flying 

over it: sussarance of

wings and a dusting 

of fragrance- flutter of 

flight in the breath of dawn