Time distills on a nearby plateau
Hidden in sequestered valleys
Sharp greenery fuses
Emptiness into heavy mystery,
...
The waves move
The water recedes
Will the calm rule?
Boats disappear
...
The cord quivers,
Flashes of anger wrinkle the face,
Inevitable death lurks,
Hoary voices lament the spent up energy.
...
Let me weave the carpet of fury,
With angry sighs and rumbling sobs.
With thoughts firing thunder claps,
And a soul...
...
The weeping brook whispers
To the boulders and pebbles
Moaning its awaited fate,
The sun quietly lifts her soul
...
Soaring up above a cloud of thoughts
Dried up in ones self esteem,
There is the silent desert, the barren night.
Why is there no garden?
...
The spherical orb
gyrates into motion
lights glow and flashes blind,
deaths cold caress
...
My hour has come
Death's wings hover
The revelry, joy and mirth
have subsided.
...
Come let us wear our saffron robes
And dip our sins in Mother Ganga
Invoke the blessings of our Lord
Fill our minds with the message of OM
...