Beads Poem by Nikunj Sharma

As my eyes trace the words, Distances
disappear between the lines. Spaces melt
into nothingness when each syllable becomes
a divine link between now and beyond.

As my mind absorbs the ink, a prayer
is engraved deep in my heart with a timeless
chisel that is known to have shaped the
most craggy terrains along the path.

Its difficult to stay on ground when the
horizon's superstore announces a sale on
wings. I become the blue cloud that shall
soak the pristine sand on dry shores in life.

Words move from one end to another
like the beads strung on a common thread
waxed with belief. Each musical moment
becomes an orchestra held only for me.