Tuesday, December 03, 2013


These clusters of harvest,
Resplendent life giving elixir,
These bunches of buds,
Blooming with aroma,
These crystal waters,
Waltzing through brazen rocks,
These frail beats..
Echoing in the ears,
Myriad thoughts -
Tempests in grey cells,
Bells of mirth,
Filling the heartbeats,
Tepid droplets
Revealing obscure scars,
Masquerading around,
In veils of joy..
These numberless creations,
Sing sagas
Of your many miracles.
All I need 
Is just that knowledge.