Mystic Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Mystic

The one that
Glows from within
Needs no shimmer
Sparkle on skin

Once you've climbed
The highest peak
Dingy caverns
Why would you seek

Stash of opus
Stacked up on desk
Wisdom seldom
Believes in that

Golden nuggets
Coffers replete
Poor little avarice
Still competes

Cloaks and beads
Turbans head bands
Turbulent when core
Pretentious stance

BUT

One who is drunk
One who's immersed
Tasted nectar
Quenched all thirst.

Silent sermons
Soul tuned to Yours
Blissfully speechless
Don't need encore

Still with thrill
The search then ends
Oceans within
Awakened trance
Nalini