Once Life Was A Firefly

Once Life was a firefly Oh! The thrill and the joy I had in catching it On dark nights in the misty thicket of wooded yard I saw that little light popping here and there as if by magic Holding my catch carefully in my cupped hands I was mesmerized by the twinkle emanating from its body All the mysteries of the world of which I knew nothing about Were contained in its golden womb Its accidental flight from my little hands Was never too far to catch it again I was a willing player in its game of hide and seek. In my youth I flew on its wings An earth star of silvery sheen Even the sky in its infinity was too small To contain me In my grip was the lustrous life And to catch a phrase from Vedas it felt like “I am the stimulator of the tree of Universe My glory is high as peaks of mountain… Imperishable and undecaying am I.” Today I feel like an ass carrying upon my back The heavy weight of worn out longings A weary traveler dragging its feet Towards the unknown dwelling Where mysterious fireflies still take birth With my head bent downward I sense an impeller in me Moving along with curious out look for the path- Who sits there watching the spectacle? Do you feel what I feel? Or know any thing about the resting place. June 2011