Whispering Thoughts

There are chambers in our hearts, cavities, where our thoughts dwell.  And while some of these pockets  are filled with light, airy, ventilated and vibrant; some are dark, dank pits, abysmal and abominable. Both exhort.  Both persuade. .  Both have a voice.  An orotund voice, loud and clear. Alchemizing us.  Rama and Ravana  dwell within us,  in these niches. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

Grey and blues of skies.  Constant rhythmic reminder,  of Thy gracious glance.  Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Supreme absolute.  The rising sun of summers, potent Thy nomen. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Thirsty songbird sings.  Like parched leafage of autumn,  waiting for Thy grace.  Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.