Mystery Unlocked….

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With shivering hands and shaking heart

I held it….

Had dreamt of it

Had heard of it

Had seen it never ever before….

It came from the past

From times long lost

Or perhaps forgotten…..

How it survived no one knew

It had a certain mystery behind its very existence

It had defied all -

The wrath of nature,

The fury of humans,

The ferocious antipathy

Of kingdoms at war,

Raging lavas had burnt it not

But etched it in stone,

Making it permanent

And immortal unlike us

Plain book…

Full of ancient wisdom

It asked me just one question

Do you dare to open me?

I, of feeble mind and heart,

Hamlet-like,

Confused, bemused, befuddled

Wondered what to do….

A whiff of breeze alerted me

The pages crinkled too…

Tempting me with their sound

The scent of antiquity

Numbed me and yet I was awake….

I touched the cover

It felt mossy

Underneath the verdant tree

The leaves rustled

The branches creaked

The broken twigs

Scratched against my naked feet….

I dared to open the flap

The words that danced before my eyes

A jumbled hodge-podge…

Is this ancient wisdom?

I stood bewildered

When the words magically flew

One sat on my nose

And said I am Pride

One sat on my heart

And said I am Love

One sat on my eyes

And said I am Perception

Choose out of these

One word you must

Before you proceed….

I was petrified

Had never seen Words

Come to life like this

Let me choose Pride

What will I get?

I asked.

You get nothing else

Except you yourself

A life full of ego

A life without friends….

What if I choose Vision, then?

You make of choice of mind

It makes you think a lot…

You ponder and you brood

Your knowledge is just impressions

That you make on the path of life

You get an understanding

But you often get misled

By that which you fail to understand

What if I choose Love….

You make a wise choice

Since with Love comes

Empathy

Compassion

A heart that is receptive

Is better than Midas’s touch

It leaves no place for hatred

It spares no room for pride

It makes you see without bias

And love’s perception is always kind

I choose, I choose

Oh I choose Love then…

Tell me, my ancestors, what next I should learn?

Turn the page again

Oh Curious One, a voice says.

I flip the pages,

One after another,

And another, and another

I see nothing

No more words to read

No more words to hear

Is this all that I need to learn?

I question a little loudly,

A little angrily

I feel offended

That after having laid my hands

On this treasure

All I get is this…

So I ask

What more do you need?

What more do you want?

It is Love that surpasses all.

When you ask, it is not Love

But Pride that makes you question

That makes you doubt

So shun all

But Love

That is all that matters

The Book will close and disappear…

It is up to you to Love or cease to be…..

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