What if words were heard through the beating of the heart?
Emotions were seen through the windows in the eyes?
A touch felt deep within the mysteries of the soul?
Feelings were spoken through waves in the brain?
What if one could smell the love in the air?
How loud would be the whispers of the beating heart!
How clear the confusions within the eyes!
How steady the fluttering touch within the soul!
How electric the static language of the brain!
How profound the subtle fragrance of love!
A friend of mine, while visiting Varanasi, was posting photos on Instagram.She was telling many stories through her pictures. I happened to borrow one of her stories and a picture.
Little girl always drew rivers, with Sun rising in the East.
She drew boats sailing, fishermen rowing, not worried in the least.
Painted pictures but by imagination, used reds and yellows.
Blues of the water, boats always black, in the shadows.
Grew up, restless, looking for calm.
Travel seemed to her like balm.
Wanderlust pulling and pushing.
Mighty rivers always calling, inviting.
So..which legend to cruise on, better than the Ganges?
Capturing childhood paintings in real life,
with strokes of melted gold in the Ganges.
. Photo Credits Go To Ruchira Asthana
Sheet of water with depths unknown.
Thousands of secrets in its core.
High mountains surrounding, in eerie calm.
Holding the water,as if, in their palm.
Trees standing guard, erect in a line.
On the banks of the lake divine.
Sunrays peeping from behind the cloud.
Waiting for Sunshine to explode.
New hope, new day.
Fresh start, fresh ways.