in these futile <br />spasms of existence, <br />some cobwebs, <br />still unstirred, <br />support this life <br />with their indelible words <br />of a forgotten wisdom. <br /> <br />the aum-kaar <br />that spur as the first voice, <br />of the created universe, <br />still echoes in my veins, <br />and arrives in the pupil of my eyes, <br />as the secret of my being. <br /> <br />my inner world, <br />remains still unborn <br />and as the birth of my being <br />sets it's first felt ripples <br />of pain, <br />from that holocaust <br />of birth pangs, <br />my emotions evolve, <br />with the roar of a thunder, <br />that leaves pug-marks on the moon. <br /> <br />the scattered stardust <br />is the ashes of my long lost <br />sputtered incarnations, <br />heaving softly <br />...each time the creator breathes…. <br /> <br /> <br />-by sarvesh and indira babbellapati.<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cosmic-me/
