Where are those hands,
That caressed the timeless sands?
Mist came down drizzling,
Like musical waves sizzling,
Umpteen stars cascading,
Upon the breaths it’s mingling.
Ecstasy spread its wings,
Beyond dimensional spring,
Transcends sense of sufferings.
Silent waves surpassed,
Many miles across the thoughts,
Did rise and fall many times,
Before drowning in horizon rhymes.
Calm is my heart,
Cries it not, laughs it not,
On its way of seeking salvation,
Thereby shaking off its stagnation.
Dreams rings in melodies,
When it flies on the wings of ecstasy!
© 2018 Geetha Jayakumar.
All rights reserved(published)
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
Where are those hands,
That caressed the timeless sands?
Mist came down drizzling,
Like musical waves sizzling,
Umpteen stars cascading,
Upon the breaths it’s mingling.
Ecstasy spread its wings,
Beyond dimensional spring,
Transcends sense of sufferings.
Silent waves surpassed,
Many miles across the thoughts,
Did rise and fall many times,
Before drowning in horizon rhymes.
Calm is my heart,
Cries it not, laughs it not,
On its way of seeking salvation,
Thereby shaking off its stagnation.
Dreams rings in melodies,
When it flies on the wings of ecstasy!
© 2018 Geetha Jayakumar.
All rights reserved(published)