Leans against the skyline; defiant!
Inspiring awe & ardour,
Across the timeline; in splendor,
The weathered precipice,
Looms the magnificent edifice.
Unconquered by man or beast,
In time alone...is its tryst!
Compels a second glance,
That overwhelming expanse.
An unshakable thrill; a stirring,
Of an awe filled resilience pulsating,
Courses through every vein,
Makes every hair stand on end.
Aware....awareness of another being,
Knowing ...recognising what the eye (I) is seeing.
Behind the I (eye),
Beneath THE LIE,
Another giant says, "Hi!"
A transient glimpse, of that mystified,
Myth that every race has tried,
To bring into reality,
yet forced into everyday functionality,
Becoming a myth; living a triviality!
A fairy tale becomes the giant,
Like Gullivar & the Liliputians,
Hacked down & held down by Liliputian ropes,
Of hate, fear, shame, annhilism & dope.
Thus the Giant goes off to sleep,
Only to awaken when another greets,
Only to be sent back,
Convincing oneself ....its just that!
One beautiful unexpected moment,
To be experienced, maybe because God must be present,
Around that event or place,
So go on and construct a holy place,
To flag this place down, like a bar,
Where you can consume & forget who you are,
Transiently, momentarily if it may,
Awaken the giant from its hideaway,
And bring moments of clarity in its sway,
And a LIFE!......not worthy of throwing away!
-Shruti
