I am like a floating
cloud in this
Vast open seemingly
baron sky.
Hidden in my bosom
millions of tiny vapors
Formless, colorless,
faceless,
Waiting for a chance
to get a face, a color, and a form
In their expression I
find a bit of my identity.
But very often I
float around
Carrying that
mysterious world with in
That veiled
mysterious world
So near yet
so unknown
Every now and than a
flash of light escapes from it
Like a meteor
bursting on night sky
It touches me,
inspires me
Illuminates my whole being for a moment
And then every thing
becomes quiet again
Like nothing has
happened.
Mystics call it the
world of silence
Unfathomable
There all is
tranquil, all is calm.
This infinite space
within
The substratum of
life
It holds me, cuddles
me, guides me through
Always pulling me
with some magical energy
Yet always beyond my
reach
Savita Tyagi
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