Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 10, 2017

A soundless festivity of creation~by Ravindranath Kunnath



A soundless festivity of creation

A soundless festivity of creation
Is time
The dreams and music of our hearts
Are its blessings

Time is above our world
Of mirages..

For me
It is an impassionate
For me
It was a soundless explosion
To them
It was the theme of the soul
I want to sleep
It is before me as a flower
Drink my honey dear
It says as if like a lullaby
But what is sleep..
It is the sleep after a cycle
Of creations
Dreaming another cycle before
I couldnt get this sleep
Because iam a mortal body.
Always had cycles of birth and death
Oh!the holy river of life
From that soundless space of time
Give me
New skies and wings
Iam closing my eyes
And the tempting seasons of body
It is not for any thing
To drift alone
Without drifting
To get perfection
Without become perfect
To rise beyond all and all
Without rising onto that space of time.


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