But then, each temple,
Was simply empty.
For three weeks,
I'd been running,
Mile after mile.
But, somehow,
Every single temple,
Was just empty.
I remember now,
How excited I'd been,
When I beheld,
Those majestic towers,
Of the cosmic temple.
The usual pull dragged my legs,
And I felt myself sprint across
And into that eventful temple.
As I eased open the innermost-
Pair of double doors that-
Unfurled into the Sanctorum,
I gasped and let my knees buckle,
As i fell down hard.
The shrine was empty.
No deity.
No idol.
No hint of yellow robes.
No trace of the golden discus.
No clue of the Conch.
It was empty.
Empty.
Ofcourse, it was painful...
Like something just within your reach,
That was snatched away rather bitterly.
I sigh, that's what I do a lot these days,
And continue on; searching....
And then I came across this other temple,
With wide courtyards,
And whispering winds,
It had enormous turrets,
Gilded and beautiful.
My heart beats a little faster,
And butterflies play in my tummy,
I miss a step and giggle violently,
As I race across the various doorways,
To where He beckoned...
But again as I unlatched the doors,
To the inner Sactorum,
To my greatest dismay!
It was empty!
Empty!
Sorrow and disappointment,
Were my new friends,
And I embraced them ,
With open arms,
As I walked out alone.
Temple after temple,
Shrine after shrine,
Each one was empty.
As I walked mile after mile,
In and out-
of every empty temple,
I left a part of myself behind,
In there...
And slowly broke apart...
At this emptiness within my soul...
Three weeks....
Thirty temples....
All empty...
As I said, I just sighed,
And kept moving,
And searching,
And getting disappointed,
Over and over again....
Tears blur my path,
Hopelessness cuddles me,
My only light in life...
Him...
Why?
I spread my mattress,
Outside a temple,
As empty as my heart,
And cry silently,
As the night darkens,
And the stars wink in.
The usual breeze is gone,
And the moon rays that warm my heart,
Are also gone; new moon alone remains.
And I silently thank Him,
For making me realize,
That I'd never deserve...
And that I was never meant for-
This quest.
This journey.
This saga.
This love.
'Good night', I whisper,
To Him...
And to those onlooking stars...
And cry myself to sleep.
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Searching- A saga ✔
PoetryMany things that I've realized about this life... Many things that I've realized about myself... Many more about the society I live in... Much more about the world in general... But... Mainly about my world in particular... My world... FOR ONCE, NO...
