This is collaboration between myself and a very generous human being and most amazing writer, +dilip vyas sir. The poem is Very Lengthy and I would recommend you all to take all your time to read it. We have skipped the process of editing this poem so as to retain the uniqueness of our writing style.
The masterly brush in one hand
And a palette full of colors in another.
That’s the greatest of painters.
The all time great.
And great beyond the time too.
Yes we are talking the creator.
God. The Father Creator.
Who with our hopes and fears
Colors his painting .
And creates a masterpiece.
But still we are unhappy
He knows this so well and smiles.
And continuous his work.
It is this smile
That a dew soaked rose smiles to us amidst thorns.
That the darkness in a step well smiles when we step in.
That our ink smeared fingers smile when we write poetry.
That our own tears smile.
That birds chirping around
Remind us when we are sad.
The feathers of summer breeze,
And every dew falling on tulip’s feet,
No truth sees daylight without his blessings,
What brings the sun, what plays the chirps of the dawn,
His wish works it all,
His wish, embraces humanity with all purity
His wish, colors wing with all warmth they bring,
Unbroken steps to chisel our destiny,
Counted among his powers
When he hold among his arms,
Written pages of countless trails
We are intended to walk, and
Embrace him at the end
If shadows could breath, and pillows, dream,
This darkness would only smear the faintest radiation,
What happens on this mortal land, and,
Whatever that don’t, he illuminates them all.
His will is overpowering
And still he lets our will reign
Supreme in the world —
His unprecedented creation .
How do we take his creation ?
Mostly we think we run the world and hence bear the unbearably load .
We prefer to be crushed under it with little love and more fear.
And barring the humankind every species is just grateful for His wonderful creation.
Look how even a tiniest wild flower lifts this mountainous load so smiling.
But we still hesitate
And again He smiles
And continues with His work.
Of creating a masterpiece.
Among the lips, find the brethren of Euclidean dream
Among the stars, find the letter that hide your demons
And among them all, don’t fail to peep inside you,
Where his grace keep your soul bounded,
to countless shores.
This life, laid in many traps and yet, enough
to let your story embrace the humanity
Let his hands bless you, let him show the journey
Let him teach you to dream, and you will know something!!
To every how and why,
the mind and the heart will sync,
When the screams inside the head will die down,
a voice will whisper ” Who is he?”
Then you will know, he is the Masterpiece.
– Dilipvyas © & Teddy ©