The Truth of God: Unseen Abode

By Akshita Sharma

I wore this mortal life as a dress,

To wither every emotion, 

In the realm of an undressed world.

I opened the sleeves of my shirt to speak,

But only exhaled silence.

There, every silence is a verse;

The louder the silence,

The louder the scripture of devoted dreams.

I left home seeking heaven, 

Beneath someone else’s sky.

I called out shadows to dissolve my ribs,

To let open my heart beneath this open sky—

A sky scattered with constellations, 

And the untraced holy abode of God.

I turned my eyes pitch black,

Hoping to witness the pure love of a soul—

A soul immortal, yet bearing known names.

This world asked me about you.

They ask, “Where do you live?”

With smiling eyes, I say nothing,

And simply lay my hand upon my chest—

My heart, the abode of yours.

These mortal eyes are enough, 

To embrace your presence on this living earth,

Yet the immortal soul, unbound,

Knows you beyond these eyes.

It knows the truth of you—

The sky-born eternal,

The unseen hand behind all beginnings,

The hush behind every cradle,

And the silent sculptor of birth and death.

And so , I wear 

This silence as the truth of you_

The stillness between me and God. 

By Akshita Sharma