If only we could be invisible,
the winds bringing painful memories of the past shall not find us.
Unsettling the calmness of life, with emotions superflous.
If only we were invisible,
the pebbles of memories of losing someone shall not hit us.
Causing ripples in the lake of present, with which we adjust.
Hiding peacefully in the serenity of oblivion, we shall be withering away our lives.
Instead, let’s mourn and pay respect to the souls of people we loved.
Let go and rejoice at the passing away of bitter memories of the past.
Be visible again,
to welcome the breeze of new moments, turning into happy memories.
To welcome the wind which causes waves in the present, writing new stories.
Clouds laden with water, douse the fire, set aflame by the Sun.
The holy river receives the rain water, embracing it as its own.
Gently flowing , reflecting the sky, embedded with hot embers.
Dancing, jumping to the chantes , vibrating in the air.
Meditation haven for saints and sages,
tranquility personified from long gone ages.
Rishikesh, name signifies, the one who controls all senses.
Embodiment of all virtues, Lord Vishnu, from where life commences.
Photo Credit Goes To Shalini Prasad