Escape

Sitting by the holy water,

Gazing into the glaring gold,

The silence, devoid of all chitter-chatter,

Like a mother’s hug, it beholds.


This moment of eerie stillness,

Veils the dogged commotion,

The mind – flustered by the fuzziness,

Apathetically seeks solace in reflection.


Like an unruly monsoon river, it starts meandering,

Thinking about what could have been,

I catapult it back to embrace the being,

Soaking the moment, taking in all I have seen.


The awareness of being truly alive,

Of thoughts devoid of shapes,

By letting the present thrive,

Is how one truly escapes.



The inspiration for this piece


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