*Deep Sleep*

All have said that Death is horrible and torrid.
Yet ‘The Moksha’ is considered divine.
How can the way to Divinity to be horrid?

Rarely! We relish deep sleep.
Mostly day and night we all are hunting.
Why?
The question keeps us ever haunting.

For long, the brain waves keep echoing
After reaching the dead end of a long tunnel.
Yet, never ‘the Man’ has left his search.
Neither have I stopped the race.
The Thoughts always leave me behind
Kept me running to match up the pace.

Tit-bits of happiness do fall in the lap
Yet the greed is to snatch it all.
Sight of a new born tinkle the eyes,
Crawling baby standing suddenly brightens the smiles.

Yes, the life offers joy in bits and pieces.
Arms of beloved do give oceans of warmth,
Feeding the young fills our belly, too.
A hand raised in blessing draws away sky of fears
Yet, the search is always on to find the Ultimate.

The question still persists…
Is death so horrid?
So much so to race against time and be avoided.
Does the joy of Uniting with the Invisible
Can only be relished on leaving the bodily envelope?
Can’t the fruits of His eternal love
Be tasted in this so called ‘Cursed’ flesh and blood?

Roaming in the jungle of thoughts and their embodiment
Suddenly by heavenly grace came upon a ‘light’.
Enlightening the panting soul, caressed like mother.
Soul in flesh and blood do rest for a while
Do unite momentarily with their own ‘Creator’.
Lo! men, women, be any age, sex or creed
All bestowed with HIS aura of divine seize.

In the lone moments when ‘The Man’ is asleep
Sleeping with his worries buried at a bay.
With worldly relations far beyond his reach
Death in a beautiful package of Life
Do come when we’re Deep Asleep.

None of the desires ‘Dharm, Arth, Kaam, Moksha’
Bind the body and the mind,
The fruits of ultimate happiness do quench
The thirsty souls with Nectar so divine.

The awakening removes the fear of Death.
If a dose so tiny, relinquishes the soul,
How can be the ‘Arms of death’
Be lesser than the arms of a loving mother?