Friday, May 4, 2018

The Ride

A hundred faces and a million thoughts,
An early morning ride of sights unknown.

As the golden threads seam through the window,
the dew drops join in for a scintillating sight.

The slow-moving scenes, the principle of nature.
Little by little , yet one swift journey.

Immersed in the splendor , the eyes look within
There it is , the essence awaiting to be found.

A little peek beyond the wall is all for now.
Yet, the moment is dipped in glorious ecstasy.

The being leaps in a dervish whirl,
At the center , slow n pensive - the veil uncovers.

Amidst a million thoughts,
A moment - to merge in the expanse of the clear sky.

To Blossom

Crisp is the breath when thoughts smile wide, Other times, shallow and heavy - as the unknown besets. Panting in agony, like the young lost ...