मन की अंधी आंखों ने किसी को देखने की तमन्ना की है,
अंतरात्मा में मोहब्बत को खोजने की इल्तिज़ा की है।
बस्ती तीरथ घाट मंदिरों में जो न मिल सके, तो संत महात्माओं ने जंगल पहाड़ों में जाने की सलाह दी है।
A Blind Desire, A Silent Plea
The blind eyes of the mind have dared to dream,
To see a face not bound by form or name—
A yearning stirs beneath the surface stream,
A whisper in the soul, a tender flame.
It seeks not gods in gilded, crowded halls,
Nor finds its truth in temples lined with gold,
But in the hush where ancient silence calls,
Where love is felt, not bought, nor ever sold.
The inner voice has made a quiet plea—
To find in love a mirror of the divine.
No idol carved, no chanting litany,
Just presence pure, in breath, in heart, in time.
The sages, when asked where such truths abide,
Point not to shrines, nor rituals rehearsed.
They say, “Go walk where rivers meet the sky,
And listen deep—there lies the universe.”
The forests echo what no sermon tells,
The mountain speaks in stillness, not in speech.
The soul, once silent, suddenly rebels—
And longs for what no doctrine dares to teach.
For in the caves of wind and wild despair,
The blind eyes open, free from worldly guise.
And what the world denied in books and prayer,
Is found within—beneath unspoken skies.
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