Introduction:
Humans have a very shot-lived existence on this Earth. But a very few live eternally because of the beauty of their imagination. However, open thoughts were once banished from the Catholic State. This poem describes a similar situation about Giordino Bruno, who spent most of his life in prison...and his wonderful dream which set a new course for mankind..
Looking beyond the cast bars,
He Saw the home he admired;
Underneath the heaven the stars made,
He was crying down the Whills lare.
His life spent on pilgrimage,
That led him nowhere;
The footprints he left –
Washed away by the waves.
He wished – Oh Infinite God!
Grant me a pitiful strength!
For thee I swore the pain!
To betreat the grieves overcame!
Look up!, the Angel said,
Escape the grounds hold thee!
How, could I, oh dear maid;
How could I be ever free?
Spread thy arms in the free air,
Gasp the breathe in,
My boy, leave the earthly lust there –
And fly up the way to me.
Nay! Sweet Maid, how could be –
This Earthy body be fly free?
Struck here, to grow, earn and save;
From the cradle, till the grave.
Child, close your eyes –
His view had gone blank,
Within he, as mysterious could it be –
Where do my thoughts sank?
Open the minds eye dear child,
Glance over the realm beautiful it is!
From the sudden blink of surprise,
Gone the fields, streams and the bumblebees.
Where am I? Where I got myself to?
How can I fly? Wheres my world gone into?
Its cold, my bloodstreams are freezing!
Am I Free? I am Free! Free of the cellars close!
Child, this is the middle of nowhere,
No down, no up – no left, no right –
Sole voidness that engulf around,
Amidst whom shines the million starlight.
As marvellous light could create,
In the canvas of the endless night,
The stars alike the sun stood,
Among the Suns that seem no bright.
The little child wanded the hands cross,
Swimming, tiddling and pouring a lofty cusp;
Looking around and glittered the eyes,
That stared the Cosmos out of the magnificent size.
You left the shores of the Cosmic Ocean,
Heres no drudged cry no fear:
Long gone the joy, love and splendour;
Far, far away from here!
The boy planked then sudden,
He evoked some thoughts,
Not the thoughts of curious mind,
But of those who beloved.
This place is strange! This place full of Ghosts!
This is not the sky I know!
Not here a moon shines or the star glow:
Nor the beetles sing, in their summertime show.
Oh Angel! This sky is a vibrant still,
But here is nowhere to go!
This emptiness cripples me imprisoned,
Get me back at my home!
Arent this sight chivering thee?
Not you find thee dreams came true?
Here, is the Creation, infinite the sight;
Absorbing its limits, doesnt give thee delight?
The coldness shuggered him afraid,
Tears numbed his blumish cheeks,
As he saw the chaos of the billion nights,
In the pale blue dot, hidden in the reeds.
That timid point you see dear,
Is the home Earth youve ever lived –
Lying in an insignificant corner,
Suspended in the sunbeam.
Sweet Angel! Grant me a final wish,
Take me my home, green an vanquish:
Where are friends, where is love, where are those who care,
Where Id be safe, living and dying with my fellow beings.
As wished, granted for thee –
Close the eyes again, think of home:
Find yourself as a little boy, sleeping,
In a long comfy sleep in the lamp cottage.
Thus once he closed his eyes,
The emptiness came fillin in;
Before vanquishing among the twinkling stars,
The sweet Angel gave a wink in.
My Boy, pass on the glimpses,
Of the infinite Creation youve seen –
Immortal are those twinkling stars,
In the lively worlds there been.
It was a sunrise and chirrupings,
Rays fell on him through the bars:
The dream had gone and the day had come:
Gone away those twilight stars.
The little boy became a man,
Living in the cruel real world;
Among the shadowed ignorance,
He cried on the roadside overall;
Behind the closed cellars,
He thought, this is the day –
Hed be free, free from this miser world;
Hed meet the Sweet Little Angel again to say,
Im free from the tiny world,
To the Cosmos Id dreamt
He is no more now,
But his dreams prevail still
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Free to the Heavens (collection of short poems)
PoetryThis book is a collection of short poems by me... Contains a series of vivid, enthusiastic, energetic poems that will surely let you flow to the brink of heavens.... Notable one include "The Starry Messenger", "Cat in the House" and others... The po...
