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

The Water Maiden

The Water Maiden

The Water Maiden

Somewhere,

In the depth of the night,

When the stars were at sight,

When the moon shone bright,

And fought with darkness with all her might!

When the ocean was no more a fright,

When the waves caressed the shore,

ready to be his bride.

When nature sang her lullaby,

There arose a maiden,

slow & steady yet elegantly.

Her garb was like white fire,

flickering gently in tune with the breeze.

Her hair shone like a thousand suns.

She gild over the ocean graciously,

twisting and turning effortlessly,

to nature’s melody,

forming bright lit waves exquisitely.

All stood still in awe of her beauty

A true vision she was, in all clarity

She is unseen by many

Granting audience is a rarity

But she is a part of nature you see

Connect with nature

And she’ll make you privy

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