The challenges of creating

A mighty mountain before me,
a widespread valley between us;
know not what on the other side is,
but ought to build a town up there.

Thoughts of height for making minds,
Trees of might I need for my school,
for wood or shade I know not well,
but ought to build a town up there.

Birds of wings on the infinite sky
Clouds of joy above the hill,
Will they come down? I wish I knew,
but ought to build a town up there.

The making of the wise

In doom, You pressed on the wound of my heart,
like You would, a call bell
The pressure, the pain, unable to bear,
my heart, it opened out.
You entered, dug on the floor of my heart,
to reach my soul in its depths.
Doom, You blew into my soul
to produce music joyous!

My tears, no hands to wipe them dry,
an ocean of despair around me;
Forlorn in it, I realized soon,
You were teaching me how to swim.
When You were done, I saw and learnt
that despair is never an ocean
and solitude is a gift from You
to those with shy tears!

A cleaner soul, I’ve reached the shore,
there’s still a lot to swim;
my open heart, my toiling mind,
look back to view my past -
on my paining hands, for a path of joy,
You transported bricks of sorrow,
for sorrow is Your classroom
for the making of the wise!

To you, Sorrow.

I can contain any amount of you, Sorrow,
give me ground to rest my loaded heart,
a hand to pat my persevering mind,
a lap to hide my sulking face.
As my own, or someone else's,
you manage to cut across my heart;
I know you are there for all of us
and never for me alone;
I know I value you more than I should
while others smile and ignore you.
Were knowledge ever strong enough
to suppress the innate human nature,
I would undoubtedly be like the others.
So let me value you more than others do
for i can contain any amount of you,
but give me ground to rest my loaded heart,
a hand to pat my persevering mind,

a lap to hide my sulking face.

Hide and Seek

My hands are bound to my back, beyond the reach of the blindfold on my eyes,
I have no choice but to follow You thus,
for how can I find You unless I run around, stumble and fall?
Now and then I catch a glimpse of You
through partial revelation caused by a short spell of rough wind;
but You take objection to my regained sight
and tie my eyes with the same veil.
Every revelation is a pride that I know You more.
Every new search takes me to a new path of fame,
the crowd on the path pushing me to deeper nooks and corners!
And there I find You again, to be blindfolded again!
Why cant I reach those depths through my own path of solitude?
Why do You keep me visible to all eyes thus?
You! the sole One who knows that only if I am lost, You are found!