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May 2015
The distant call of thy flute,
Gives me a peak into bliss absolute,
Helplessly drawn I am to your cosmic tune,
I let my ego drop, the moment seems opportune,
Now I just gaze at the whole of existence,
My first peak into transcendence,
I realize this is home, where from I come,
The magic of thy breath brought me back here,
To this place so serene, so beautiful,
How could I have been blind to this all my life?
Why could I not see?
This bliss, that was right within me.
Probably, I needed thy call,
Now, here I am, basking in bliss eternal,
There is nothing more I need.
I will rest here now, in the lap of the universe,
Don't send me back to the mundane ways,
For then again, I shall recall,
The distant call of thy flute,
And be back home to bliss absolute.
Written while appreciating the classical Indian Flute. Was mesmerized, transported to bliss.
Vinay Kr
Written by
Vinay Kr  Bangalore, India
(Bangalore, India)   
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