Wednesday, 17 July 2013

A Soul Nebula

The glowing dust took me away
Bluish green and reddish grey
Nearby star: a dot of light
Peeking through the dusty night

Where am I? Earth or sky?
Dancing with gravity, can’t fly!
Still I am floating very high
In a hazy colourful sky

A strong fluorescent light touches me
Immersed, I try to see
Emptiness fitting all around and silence
Assuring me the Grand Presence

Sitting cross legged and eyes closed
I float with a pink rose

Excerpts from the yet-to-be-written book – Unheard Voicemails

“If I have reached your voicemail, will my message also reach you… the message that was meant to be a talk… a conversation… will it be hea...