Gyration

a poem by Ramesh T A

A blushing lotus gyrates with a golden flame burning at the centre
Like a wide whirlpool moving with a slow motion in the vast ocean
Similar to a spiral nebula circling itself in the infinite Universe
In the inner world of my mind when I close my eyes!
The world gyrates! The planets gyrate! And the Stars gyrate!
All gyrates! Gyrates for stability and position in the Universe!

Gyration only keeps in position each and every Star where they are;
Gyration keeps the Time to go without a stop in the Space;
Gyration makes the Matter to move without a fall in Space;
Gyration keeps the World to stay without a problem in the Sky.

Even life gyrates itself between birth and death in the world;
It is gyration that has brought many changes in the society;
And gyration only has made mankind to progress in the world.

Matter is the same though gyration causes changes;
Earth is the same though gyration brings Day and Night;
Sky and Earth remain the same though Earth gyrates over four seasons.

Heart is the same though it gyrates between pleasure and pain;
Soul is the same though man gyrates between passion and reason;
Life is the same though it gyrates between joy and sorrow.
Human life is the same though there may come enmity and friendship in gyration;
But gyration of fate and fortune only gets human life going.

In this game of gyration man gyrates between dreams and realities,
Not knowing the way out he suffers and enjoys in fate and fortune
Longing for permanence and stability he gyrates up and down in life
Indecisive of what course to choose in the suspense of non-stop excitement
Between passion and reason, pleasure and wisdom, defiance and peace!

However permanent, perfect and promising the other world is,
There is no evidence from the dead of the dark side of the moon!
The sunny life though time bound is ever green in the mind;
If not ever enjoyable in reality it can at least be enjoyed in dreams!
The reality we know we should not lose grip of even in gyration;
And for relief and enjoyment the pleasurable past can be mused over in mind.