behold the life
when mesmerised mystic sky
shyly lies down,
on the lap of darkness.
no birds flying away,
no noise breaks the sound.
no interupting hindrance,
in the horizon,
between the sky and the earth.
silence, silence and silence
around everywhere.
no fear stabs the life.
no insecurity of the age,
no solitude wakes again,
me or sky.....
only consolation
raindrops of sorrow.
may be a salvation
in the meditative state of creation,
of destruction.
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