Thursday, 30 July 2015


Trees sway against the mossy landscape 

Clear water ripples amongst the lotus flowers

Embraced by the comforting beauty

In this garden of tranquility 

I sit here seeking to write poetry 

Nearby, in a temple by the brook 

A little boy rings an ancient  bell 

People come and go in reverence 

As the mountain air reverberates  with the lost silence 

Deep within

Stillness remains !

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