Before me now, the river Ganges peacefully flows,
its green ripples frothing over white cobbled stone;
grazing boulders it glides with no perceptible force –
yet it flushes my heart of all its obstinate toxic woes.
I sit for hours engrossed in the waters rhythmic flow –
as to a classical raga by eloquent strums of a Sitar:
with my back basking in the sun’s late morning glow
I’m anointed by a cool breeze swathing the holy flow.
As my soul is liberated from all debilitating worldly ties;
one with my creator – no fear for my identity or rejection,
I feel free of a lifelong search for inherent self-projection:
A palm full of water I offer Ma Ganga thrice in obeisance.
Unable to leave I slowly walk close to the water’s edge,
for to this holy current I’ve developed a deep attachment
in filling the void – a crutch for my soul I’ve now created:
I still need time to be free from craving worldly affections!
PS: I took all the pictures myself…the ones I’m in also I composed the frames and asked strangers to click. 😊
This poem, later went into this book…