Honey spills from frisky eyes,
Enticing, tossing me into realms unknown.
Where gratefulness, beauty, and charms flow,
Ethereal fragrances lift, drifting through.
Can life be just this feeling, only feeling,
Staying, showing, permeating the whole being?
A feeling summarizing the spiritual and mundane,
Where thoughts vanish like the peacock unfolds its feathers.
Colors fill the atmosphere, a cascade of mirth drums,
As levels reach new heights of opening.
Where do all the maths and myths disappear,
Lost in the moment, senses calling a stop.
SV Prabhath
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