Suspended in a vision of quiet bliss
Misplaced by a welcomed dream
Warmth from a blanket of illusion
Memories race towards the door
Faces unknown smile with affection
Trains speed across the patient tracks
Mountains remain still with age
Valleys are covered by the monsoon
A billion people with eyes of growth
Traveling through a continent of culture
Mirrors of British rule seem so long ago
Colors of wonder hanging on every sight
Watching children play in crowded streets
History remembered by architecture of beauty
Rivers flowing with the gift of life
Farmers tending their sacred earth
Time forgotten as each day passes
Language used as a step to knowledge
Gandhi’s words remain a foundation of truth
Mystics are roaming those scattered hills
Speaking to a wise man blinded by night
Frightened birds spread their wings to the sky
Surroundings of Asia take away my mind
Echoes of the morning disappear
Mystery is revealed to a wanderer
Delicacies of an ancient people are served
The smells of the city now consume
Delhi has become a haven of ecstasy
People unravel their tales and riddles
Merchants sell stolen memories to the youth
Distant lands stay along the edge of thought
Three suns slip by exchanging fire
The universe explodes into my minds eye
Louder the sounds ripple across the land
Jungles conceal tigers ready to hunt
Palm trees fall beneath the Elephants feet
Running faster these hands grab the clock
Suddenly winter is seen as snow commands
The trip is over yet its impression remains
I experienced the soul of India within a dream as
Spiritual movement flowed through my veins
No comments:
Post a Comment