Manas sarovar...

Reaching the pure blue
lake named after the deepest wish
under the sky so clear
and the dry chill drilling numbness into bones...
Is a revelation by itself...
as if I have come here
with a purpose...
'what the purpose could be?'
asked myself twice...
looking at the flakes of ice
golden dazzling profound
My reflection on the water found...
and also that of the world...
the stray leaves in the wind twisted and twirled...
Caught a glimpse of a silent procession
of monks returning to their stone sculpted stations...
after their customary morning practice...
of visiting the silence absolutely without leash...

then watched a flight of a bird
unkown like an arrow straight up
piercing the blue like a sprite-
wonderous happy unprecedented sight...

then sat down folded knees
beside the lake...to get the breathing of the breeze
into heart fully inflated...
sat down like forever fated...

and kept on staring blank
at the water of the lake...and sank
into me,more and more...
to feel the inner persistent downpour...

how time elapsed couldn't make out
how the scenery outside within me sprout-
also didn't perfectly decipher...
but felt on skin and nerves
so close...so happily near
to the blissful state eternal...

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