THE SOUL should always stand ajar.
That if the heaven inquire,
He will not be obliged to wait,
Or shy of troubling her.
Depart, before the host has slid
The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the accomplished guest—
Her visitor no more.
Yes, don’t be careless and forget to leave your door open, for you may miss Heaven when he passes by. I learnt to keep my doors ajar and thereby not to shut him out. My negligence should not deny Heaven’s presence… don’t bolt the door, always keep an eye on the door so that when he pleases, he drops by. I loved and enjoyed this paradoxical element in the poem against the customary practices that are followed. (Don’t be careless…keep your doors closed, bolt them well). The concept or definition of ‘Heaven’ may vary. For me heaven (sometimes) is a beautiful sky, a bunch of cheerful clouds, a sunrise, a sunset or a smiling moon.
On some days the Sun and the sky conspire together and make my days brighter. Yesterday was such a day, a day of triple bonanza! Small doses of heaven in the morning, evening and at dusk. A splendid sunrise brightened my morning walk to the riverside . The sky was scattered with feathery clouds and a splash of hues and the river was all ablaze.
Bush smoked while River burned! Just like Nero did!!
And towards the evening I could feel that the sky is preparing herself for a magnificent sunset. My living room was filled with the golden light. As I expected the sunset was heavenly! Soon dusk followed, and a slice of a moon appeared while the afterglow was still on!
Up above, the moon stood like a diamond
Tomorrow is Makar Sankranti, the Sun moves into the Capricorn zodiac, known as Makara in Sanskrit. Makara Sankranti is the end of monsoon and the winter season and the beginning of the harvest season. In most of the states of north and south India harvest festivals are celebrated in mid January. Hindus in different parts of India celebrate harvest festivals with different names like Lohri, Makar Sankranti, Pongal and so on. In Kerala the auspicious Makaravilakku at Sabarimala temple falls on the same day. It’s the season of radiance and bounty. The happy thing about this season, as far as I am concerned, is that the sunsets are fierce and bright. The period called Uttarayana commences from makar sankranti when the sun moves northward.
I wait for the harvest season to harvest some crimson sunrises and golden sunsets… I fill my bushels and hoard my granary with my bountiful golden harvest.