A Rainy Afternoon in Berkeley
Raindrops trickle down quivering leaves,
Splattering onto the stone slaps stepping downhill.
Intermittent trickles hum yet louder
‘til their hum alights into a thunderous roar.
The shower descends thicker,
Laying heavy the musty gray of
Winter’s first brisk bite.
A wailing Sufi,
Rhythmic hands clapping in accompaniment,
Imploring his Allah for salvation –
Hypnotic chants, rhythmic claps, longing cries
Breathing life into the still silence,
Permeating the stolid cracks and crevices,
Rekindling dormant yearnings
And setting them ablaze
With an inferno of passionate please
That his heart may be prickled by thistles
And in this sultry torment
Be awakened to ecstasy.
Hardened shells shall be shattered
To behold the young, milky, fruit within.
The wailing Sufi cries out in rapture,
A burning bosom crackling,
Hardened shells cracking at seams,
The milky nectar slithering, oozing…
Ablaze, the heart cries out in pain
Foolishly clinging to burning, shattering walls…
Grasping at nothingness it surrenders.
Tormented into submission by burning thorns
The longing heart channels the nectar
That it may flow freely through –
And quench the thirst of kindled yearnings.
– Sanjay Verma
c. November 23, 1998
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