Unguarded thoughts pierced his existence,
Tales of eventful passions, lost loves,
Miseries of hate, lust and hunger continued.
Impoverished streets in his mind was
Tormented with winds of revolt, but
Easier was it to remain inert, to let
The weather clear, to remain the same.
Each night when peaks of love was forced
Onto his meager heart, he thought of the saint
Who came to talk to him during his sleep,
Who said, "Peace shall come from within".
A storm was nearing his mind,
An apocalypse always leads to calm,
Like bullets to head do calm a brain.
Ghazals were staged in his dreams,
Wails of a sorrowful harmonium, with
The broken voices of an aged singer
Agitated his flesh and bones, he sang
Along with the singer, they mouthed words
That praised a fading God in the midst
Of frauds that wrapped the weeping Earth,
They praised the Lord's benevolent soul which
Gave life to buds, tunes to birds and love
To children, who were all beads in a single string.
Like how a singer from the past forced
Rains onto a burning Earth, their song
Made a downpour in his life. In a puddle
That settled forever in his mind, he saw
The reflection of himself standing bowed
With the saint who talked to him in dreams.
With a relieving pain, he saw the Sun
Shine brighter than ever,
Earth spinning slower than before,
Leaves making food with devotion,
Ants building homes before the rains,
And felt the peaceful notes of a divine Ghazal.
He remembered, the saint once said,
"The teacher shall appear when the student is ready."
Ghazals in this context means the musical rendering of Sufi poetry. To know more check : Ghazal
And the 2 times when the saint in the poem is advising the narrator, I have used words of Gautama Buddha, which have been slightly modified to fit well into the poem.