IN THREE MINDS
MIND TORTOISE
The
Tortoise was like a Sea-Stone : Grey- Brown and Green-Grey,
Shapely
in a rough-hewn, metamorphic fashion,
And
ever in still motion , one step lifted.
Anyone
could love it, and indeed well they may,
Although
with a long steady unshakeable passion,
That
from indifference is carefully sifted.
From
Wood it was fashioned for a grown child’s play,
And
painted in colours sober natural ashen :
It
seemed with the tide to have landward drifted.
How
the hands shaping such wood are gifted !
How
minds by tectonic shifts are rifted !
MIND MAMMOTH
A
poem for an emblem was made
An
emblem for an enterprise was chosen
And
so the mind drifted, tectonic plates shifted
Emotion
from primordial ice was unfrozen
Imagination
honed on intellect’s blade.
Prehensile
minds, with claws, feet, and tails,
Elephants
and Mammoths curling their trunks,
Seizing,
grasping, holding on bare-fisted
Wrapping
themselves around Creation’s chunks
Beating
about ideas like unresting flails.
Order
on chaos like sunrise on oceans
Slowly
the spiritual sense brings to bear
Ever
so often Nature’s eyes have misted
Seeing
the mortal being willing to dare
Yes,
we evolve, despite dark notions.
MIND MAIDEN
The
Song sings Itself in the Maiden Mind
The
Purpose of Creation is fulfilled
For
Truth is infinite and unconfined
The
Song sings Itself in the Maiden Mind
They
agonise who to the Truth are blind
Until
their doubts by Love Itself are stilled
The
Song sings Itself in the Maiden Mind
The
Purpose of Creation is fulfilled
Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia is one of the various pen names used by Punjab-born, Patna-based retired Indian bureaucrat Amita Paul , for her original writings in different genres, in English, Urdu, Hindi and Punjabi, featured in various anthologies, journals, and online creative writing forums. A recipient of many awards and recognitions, Amita nevertheless is reclusive by nature and prefers to keep a low profile. She loves silence , solitude and Nature.
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