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…