Jesus On The Cross by Madathil Rajendran Nair

Last night, I had a dream
I was self-realized

The "I" that writes this
Didn't exist then
Like Jesus on the Cross

The Cross is me
My torturers are me
The hurt is me
Then how can this pain of nails
Biting into 'my' flesh ever hurt me
For am I not ever the nails
The blood and the pain?

Outside on the horizon
A Christmas sun is drowning
Itself into reddish inebriation
So let the exhilarated hand type on
Whatever it can
Before the dark
Pushes it forever down
Into unknown oblivion

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December 25, 2013

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Comments on this Poem

true, cross and Jesus - Darm and Adharm - Kurukshethra Yudh - everythig is we only

Ramdas Menon
01/08/2014 11:59 AM

Welcome, Madathil Ji

Here's wishing a Happy New Year to everyone on Boloji :-)

alwaysaparna
01/08/2014 08:29 AM

Rajanji, superb imagination, short but excellent work. Keep on writing.

R.C.Nair
01/02/2014 12:04 PM

Dear MRNair,

A wonderful creation. But the cross and cruicification came much later. It is now the time for celebrating the birth

Regds
ramachandran

Ramachandran
12/30/2013 01:10 AM

Excellent, profound, meaningful and insightful! Superb rendition of Christ's message!

Padmaja Iyengar
12/29/2013 23:40 PM

Nair-ji, Wonderful words and expression. Well expressed. God Bless you.....

Vincent Moraes
12/27/2013 10:51 AM

Jesus and Vedanta. Profound combination. Second and final Resurrection. Great, Nair-ji!

Rian John
12/26/2013 19:37 PM

Immense thanks Aparna-ji for the wonderful image and for publishing the poem promptly. Great regards.

Madathil Rajendran Nair
12/26/2013 09:15 AM

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