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Lean on my chest, gentle one, let's sit holding hands, mountain breeze whispers Shanti mantras, let's repeat it, may tranquil be our souls, we aren't weary yet, but the ardor of the climb ends here; from this vintage point we are, distant heaven and beloved earth, look deceptively equidistant, rest your eyes on mine, let me see eternity flashing it's light. Don't even say a word, what your heart beat says is to my heart, the view from this peak is what we dreamt always,remember? an incredible leap of the souls, now we feel, is the reward of the trek we are equanimous, yet the  tears in your doe eyes, I can't bear, we are mortals, pain is a mongrel, our faithful companion to the end. Let's sit here, till the gold dust, the passing sun extravagantly sprinkles, that tells stories of galaxies dying down and new ones taking birth- finally settles, and the anesthetic of darkness gently descends. Look! the hidden envious eyes of the night, from afar peep at us, on the journey back, we'll fly beyond limits and vanquish the big dark.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Sonata for the day on the green peak
Lean on my chest, gentle one, let's sit holding hands, mountain breeze whispers Shanti mantras, let's repeat it, may tranquil be our souls, we aren't weary yet, but the ardor of the climb ends here; from this vintage point we are, distant heaven and beloved earth, look deceptively equidistant, rest your eyes on mine, let me see eternity flashing it's light. Don't even say a word, what your heart beat says is to my heart, the view from this peak is what we dreamt always,remember? an incredible leap of the souls, now we feel, is the reward of the trek we are equanimous, yet the  tears in your doe eyes, I can't bear, we are mortals, pain is a mongrel, our faithful companion to the end. Let's sit here, till the gold dust, the passing sun extravagantly sprinkles, that tells stories of galaxies dying down and new ones taking birth- finally settles, and the anesthetic of darkness gently descends. Look! the hidden envious eyes of the night, from afar peep at us, on the journey back, we'll fly beyond limits and vanquish the big dark.
k-balachandran
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
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