The Enlightenment

You know

Those caves?

The caves with stalactites

Hanging from their ceiling

The icicles, the ice

Melting with heat

Drip - plop - slop

Drip - plop - slop

Those questions would keep dripping

Nudging and irritating 

Turning into chills

They would seep into my spine

Oh! Those restless, restless nights

Then one morning

When the sky was still red

Cold and calm

Moon and Sun together

Were stealing early morning kisses

I became a bird

An early bird

Reached you 

You were the safe shelter

With humid dark umbrage 

I was tired. I stopped. 

The umbrage stretched its arms

But didn't enter

Waited for the best time

Kept knocking 

Till I was ready

And when it was just the perfect time

Just when I was ripe

You entered. I surrendered. 

I had to. 

You were the answers to my questions. 

The Bodhi tree, you were

And I transformed into Buddha

Calm, serene, enlightened.