NATURE~ THE PSYCHEDELIC BEAUTY

With the dropping of moonlight in the east

the sun is up in the west,

with blowing breeze and balmy birdsong

stream of sunlight fell from the clouds;

Trails the moony mind into a marvelous myth

beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

Taking flight across the sky

walking clouds obscure the sun,

resembles flock of feathered doves;

wings of cloud wakens the mind,

enkindles in it a fantasy blind.

                                                            

Breezes in serene air

to sweep away sorrow.

Heaving and rolling ship in the sweating sea,

alike balancing of dreams against

the duties in the sweating life.

To move human fallacy by scenic beauty

drops in heavenly heavy rain,

with the swiftness of stream and thundering sky

long pouring of rain washes away strain of heart.

The long sun wanes the slow moon climbs

to escape the fever and fret of mundane life.

Luminous moon walks among the twinkling stars,

and it keeps awake till the bustle of day returns.

With the end of dusk ends darkness,

a day, a dream to unbuild and arise again:

awaits a new morrow with a new journey to follow.

                                                                         ~Sneha Singh