Tranquility

Soaring from the breath of my soul

Winding silence in between my dreams,

I stared at the swellings of my eyes

Over creeks and soil wiping them dry.

From Gulmohars to the things unseen

My earthly shell has learned life

To heal the revealing wounds.

I’m prisoner of the fortune no more

I live and breathe in tranquility,

The poet’s potion to heal the bitter portion!

I was the White Mountain faceless

And lonely like the tiny blazing aura
Numbing away from the crammed world,

Slight and elapsed like the deft cloud.

A new season I can foresee

Inside the distorting images,

Archaic and ripened from lemon pennies

To receive this broken unattached life!

Beautiful silence!

Never miss a chance to SHUT UP.