The Ellora Caves shine in the radiance of the Buddha's meditation.
Syncopated notes of nostalgia mimic my love for music.
Frozen dreams of love lie in nothingness.
Crayons of the past never colour the realities of the present.
I am a nomad of nothingness spilling the blues of monotonous life.
Waves of wisdom fly fast ahead of all those lost in materiality.
Seers of Gaya sidestep the doors of the consumerism in chaos.
Glimpses of hope are born with wonders.
(Copyright:Mangalaprathaban,M April05,2022)
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