The spark alit
To a fiery glow
To a conflagration
Burning with it
Thoughts of indignation.
Until there was no more to burn
And with water there was stagnation
The spark once in my heart
Now turned cold as stone
Pierced with fear
By thoughts of him drawing near
Alive and beating but hardened so
Just as Pharaoh’s heart was hardened long ago.
The burden of proof escapes me
I have no witness to arson
But ladders from fire
And running footprints
Scattered amidst desire.
He is portioned apart from me
For the sake of justice
But maybe only temporary
Beneath the stone arises
A ubiquitous unrest
My eyes don’t want to see.
Poems of the yantra 