For a while I wish to think of nothing else. For a while, I want to sip each drop of this joy of spring. I wish I could elope with this well-dressed wind! The sweet scented flora offers me the power to crack the algal layer lying atop the sea of my thoughts. My urge for verve gets it to me. I touch the sunshine after long! Is this the sunshine, or the nectar divine; I wonder! I get so touched!
The impulse of touching the sky touches the sky. I keep
observing the joyous rhythm of my soul, while I’m truly resting on the
grass-bed. Wearing a sheer smile on my face, I keep enjoying more such whims.
I so wish I could really compose a bit of what I have been sensing…
Oh spring! Your grandeur goes beyond the pool of words…
- Timsy Mehta.
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