Monday, August 31, 2009

The Missionary

I see that day, faintly
yet clear enough. To witness,
the magic, the chasm.
Sun reflected in the window,
I was sitting beside.
Wind gently blew harmonics,
in my head and the ice-
clinked, the juice waved.

A mellow voice called,
"Hail oh mortal,
see- thine ingress is blessed!"
Wind startled, so did I.
Moved to the door.

"Almighty hath shred the share,
of his grace, unto you.
Thou been blessed."

Took a coin, the man in green,
from my palm; ran it over-
the foliage.
Freeing the fist,
his eyes shone-brighter.
He held me a pendant,
of blessing, of success.

And today, I stand,
stranded in life - holding
my fate, the metal, the pendant.
For it was not the riches he offered,
what he opened, is now
The Pandora's box.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2009


aditya said...

Haha !! Well written. :)

Do Keep Writing ...

The Pandora's Box shall keep you engaged for sometime to come.

ecstatic shimmeR said...

Indeed it will keep me busy. There are events in everybody's life that change the course of flow of things. Maybe practical, or hypothetical.
And so do the things change..

Jenny said...

Well-written again! Yes, everything is forever changing. :)

ecstatic shimmeR said...

Hey Jenny,
Thanks for dropping in. It feels great to find people who read.
Yeah, life surely changes and its really hard to predict it..