Mystery is Mystery…
In what labs does all this creation take place?
Where is this orange sunlight manufactured?
How does it know the secret of colors?
One color, and yet all of them, there must be a meaning to this mystery?
Where are the grey shiny wings of pigeons made?
Where do they learn to flap and flutter like jhap-jhap eyelids?
Who programmed them for beauty?
These overlapping layers in this universe — all the music overlapping all the meaning, all the people overlapping each other, the dance overlapping sanity, poetry overlapping commonness,
the far overlapping the near, opposites overlapping each other, sometimes every color dissolving in one, sometimes one color completely changing the other when mixed, eastern superstition mixing with western technology, western accuracy mixing with eastern love, richness abound, abundance without any bounds, everything layering mixing contained in an unquestionable harmony, infinite discord mixing with infinite harmony, infinite music, infinite weighted sums of infinite things, everything together and together separate, aloneness giving form to love, love causing infinite aloneness,
All this, and infinitely more,
Where O where all this is created!
Who is creating this poem I am writing!
Am I? Who created this universe? Did I? Who created me? Did I? Who is this mystery? Mystery is Mystery…engulfed in mystery…
© Manan sheel.