It all makes sense,
that it is not in the mortals
to create beauty and leave them
hidden in the most absurd places;
always visible and yet overlooked.
It will all make sense,
when late in the night,
you sit outside
and the smell of blooming Jasmine fills the air,
the crickets chatter loud and proud
while a silent melody takes over.
It will all make sense,
when in the early morning,
you sit by yourself and look
at the palm of your hand,
flip it back and forth and trace the lines.
It all makes sense,
that the divinity resides
all around us and within us.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
It all makes sense,
that it is not in the mortals
to create beauty and leave them
hidden in the most absurd places;
always visible and yet overlooked.
It will all make sense,
when late in the night,
you sit outside
and the smell of blooming Jasmine fills the air,
the crickets chatter loud and proud
while a silent melody takes over.
It will all make sense,
when in the early morning,
you sit by yourself and look
at the palm of your hand,
flip it back and forth and trace the lines.
It all makes sense,
that the divinity resides
all around us and within us.
What is your definition of 'The God'?
It feels fulfilling to think of things like this. I suddenly feel like, I can feel the line "the smell of shiuli flowers floats in the air" of Tagore's poem- 'I cannot remember my mother'