There started a defining moment:
Well,it's not a moment as it includes myriad moments in it...
A moment after moment piled up unimaginably flabbergastingly to give this moment the beauty it has now...
Every moment has a latent universe..
It is left for individual to claim for it...
A moment of Shiva's blink is the life of an ordinary human being;
A human is never ordinary if he seeks the truth and liberation and explore the unanimous possibilities of life...
A moment differs from person to person,life to life
I am in this moment,having my eyes set upon to imbibe the possibility of a human...
O'Shiva let me dissolve into you,
Let me dissolve into possibility that physically never exists,
But making this physical as a conduit unto that liberation...
Unshackle me from the realm of physicality...
Why this time-bounded play for me,
Let me get into timeless dimension where my bliss never cease to exist,
Perhaps because "me" as a mind doesn't exist...
Eventually I dissolve into"I" where there is no uniqueness but ubiquitousness;
Let me seep through your formless rock,
.....Let me transcend into subtlest dimension of life...
Let me be a part of your formless life,
Let me get incubated into you...
...If my life is a tune let me reverberate it...and resonate with my whole humanity.........

The blessings of the water,
The drums of thunder,
The lucidity of the light,
Which emanates when the clouds amalgamate,
What a flinging fusion!
Nature is a fusion of life,
I breathe from the cloud,
Cloud is the confluence of air,
The consummation of air and water raptures rain,
There is a labyrinth in the life which always have a longing to either include or dissolve into one another,
In the midst of foggy lights of the day and night,
and the reverent glance of the nature,
The droplet of ellipsoid life escapades to the earth,
it blesses the every life of the planet apart from who evades it,
I didn't evade because I want her blessings,
So then did the tiny drops of dew get struck in my intricate strands of hair,
My clothes get drenched subsequently did my body,visage and eyes...
The content in the eyes is obliterated and now I see the intricate nature as it is,
The spatter of sky spluttering on the roving air and the life-strewn land....
Beauty is the creation,
Blithe and beatific are we,
and I am the man meandering on the idyllic rustic mountains in the
bucolic bliss....

Love is adorned with silence
Waiting to be accepted
Where words do not play a role
As the souls come closer
A mystery waiting to be explored