The Rush

The Rush

The Rush

One day,
In the realm of my dream,
I saw a beam.
Curious, I followed on,
with a yawn.

I found myself in a cave,
Dark yet rave,
And in its midst,
I heard a melody.

It was pure soul!
A soft humming,
with a hint of drumming.
It had its highs and the lows.
Yet was tireless and constant.
What could it be?

I just had to explore!
With each step to the core,
The gentleness was no more!
“Strange”, I said.
Further on I went
and reached a vent.

There, in front of me,
was the source of my mystery.
The air misty and heavy echoed
the thunderous call of the waterfall.

I felt a cascade of healing,
rushing through
All my senses & my wounds,
through my mind,
through my heart,
through my past,
through my present,
through my future.
Endless, ceaseless,
singing & pouring joy,
like the touch of Lord on your soul.

An exquisite memory was etched in my mind,
as there nothing more precious,
than the sound of rushing positivity

Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Floral Dream

Often in our dreams,

infinite darkness may be seen.

But there comes a beam,

a light so powerful that you may scream!

It trickles down in streams,

of colours, so many,

worth every penny.

They Swirl, twirl, unfurl,

Uncorking distant memories.

Shadows of our past, it seems,

play peek-a-boo in our dreams.

Unnerving the realms,

that we build and conceal.

The wounds lay bare,

with nothing to prepare,

for the HIS all-knowing stare.

Hard it is to stay clam,

to find a healing balm,

When hidden memories swarm,

and claw you back into their arm.

It would do no good to hide.

All you must do is ride

into the eye of the storm

and face the demons of the past.

There, in the centre of the tempest cast,

will you see THE ONE.

The source of our existence.

The beginning and end of all.

That moment of calm & bliss

Will ferry you to your Floral Dream.

Symphony Of Colours

Symphony Of Colours

Symphony Of Colours

Artist that I am,

I just had to wave my brush,

To let the vision rush

And let my hands prance,

to the tune of nature.

Enchanted, I frolicked with colours.

I filled my pallet with lively hues,

Yellow, pink, green, orange

and so many more,

ensuing her cues.

Prance did the colours,

with every stroke that touched the canvas

They merged, surged & purged,

moved in and out of shadows and lights,

to weave a rainbow of joy.

Here in lies the reflection of my mind

My thoughts, my dream, my vision,

the depths of my heart,

that hums the symphony of colours