Lying on the couch in the brink of my life,
as I brushed my dainty memory
...
I am in a sleep so deep
Never you try to wake me up
I would like you not to lose
I am in a sleep, a dreamless sleep.
...
An Immortal Journey
Lying on the couch in the brink of my life,
as I brushed my dainty memory
opened up an unceasing journey:
Like a wild river gushing down the mountains
brimming with joy in divine spirits;
across the canyons and plains
leaving behind an overwhelming abundance
with questions of origin and of destiny,
unafraid and adventurous,
relinquishing the bitterness poured in;
Travelled resolute with no desire to repose
toiling for spontaneity between time and space
harnessing power from the clouds of bliss;
as a struggling soul to embrace wholesomeness
resurrecting from the dreadful droughts
continued the journey with wholehearted enjoyment
until the Revelation came upon.
My eyes rolled back with a smile on my lips
as the lordly stream kissed the ocean.
“Life is always beautiful & blissful.”