A Short Walk

The body is lying on the bed

When a glance visited 

In a flash.

The short talk with the friend, a flower 

Of love,

About a short walk.

The walk on the road, 

The eyes abode ~ invisible 

Seeing inside and outside.

On the short walk

Observed the thoughts' talk,

The sensations in a shloka.

And the V shaped birds' flight,

The fluttering of the wings 

As if the body on swing

In the open sky, high.

The kids in the sand heap playing 

freely got him to stop, as the eyes 

stuck on them,

The eyes had glow, the vibration 

inside took a flow,

The face wore a light lovely smile.

And just after that the half moon 

Stood on the head ~ far above.

This was hanging and shining.

The steps reached further 

In a garden, among trees ~ mango 

trees, the flowered seasoned to bear

fruits,

The trees stayed in silence, a deep one

Like a deep meditator.

The lush green, dark and deep in the 

dusk revealed an elegant view,

And in the peaceful arena some 

whistles blew:

Of some birds circling a tree, broken 

leaves fall, the insects sang.

And the temple lying vacant,

The gods alone in absence of

devotees.

He sat, saw, sought the sight and 

thought and caught the plot 

And came the end in silence.