Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Homewards

Subtle, the dance of heather-beds, 

heady, the scent of rain-bathed greens,

graceful, the floating fluffy cotton-wool,

beautiful, the gurgling song of Suket.

Mesmerizing, like rhythm of heart. 





Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗

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