This calm, this peacefulness, there is no ends to that end...

This calm
This peacefulness
Post heavy rain
A contemplate
This state
This opened flood gate
This gushing forth
This bubbly birth
This mirth
This silent symphony materialised
This demise...

As if there is
Only peace
and soothe
And nothing else...

This Holy Gale
Of a kind like cruising through
The sea of serendipity
Is like a sail
Towards You
Where all unrests forever felled...

This morn
This monsoony autumn cool
Is like an embrace
Is like falling onto Your Grace...
Where your feet you lay...
Where numbers of rhythm forever stay...


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