Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

The wild and the tanned body The Ganges flowing out of you from the cusp The third eye is open and furious   The weary soul and the Nataraj dances The mad and broken heart speaks Of the Devi symbol he adored The fire and air is high atop and created fumes The mind of unwanted thought s about her… Made him dance vivaciously far and across The half moon twinkled in the light of fire The conch was blown and trumpeted a lot The heart was aloud with unfair moves He danced with the beat of his heart And she was in the fumes and out of his life

The greatest of the power, when said is just two small words and that is called Divine Love. When you have gone through the seemingly unending sufferings, when the world of turmoil has casted a lasting embark on your life and when all has doomed into the hell, the life of compassion and love forms in. The love has bloomed in and you can see a pouring of that compassion and pure love of Divine.   Take me to thee, Son of God May I speak your true love…? Call me and I am there at your feet The valour and glam has perished… The weak body and tarred soul seeking far The glorious has risen in me The impending love will be shining here   May I talk my heart of Divinity and one day everyone may seek this, the all comforting love of God. The distances you have gone so far, the way of work you have been handed upon, the responsibilities and the tensions of life have gone too much. The sufferings and pains endured by each of them will vanish. I wish to tell you and ...