Monday, July 29, 2013

This morn, is like a pool...

Morn this
Carries wet moist kiss
As if She
Blowing
Like a cool breeze...
Flowing...

Morn this
Like a music rarely missed
Carries tunes recurrent
As if xoxo current,

Morn this
Is still
Like calm,

Post heavy rains
As if she carries airy balm,
Like forgivenness
Like a true essence
Of seeing the Seer,
Of meeting her
Like a river
Braided
Unhindered...

Down
The ages
From a sarovar
As if a rediscover,

A rebirth...
Reincarnate,
Like a bless blissful
A dream undreamt,
A gold,
A silver,
A fate...

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