Dripping lanes of a rainy town smirk at the brimming clout of drainages.
Water flows free of all biases, beyond the bridge and beneath the bridge.
Gripping the tides of wonder, frantic grinders flip through the mosaic of minds while flaundering the limestones.
I will outsmart my blissful soul and seek the serene pulls of sages,to dwell on meditative stillness.
I am completely free now to dance with cosmos and bank upon my sedate oneness.
I ask myself--"what makes me the liberated self?"
I love those days of destiny etched in euphoria of love linked with lyrics.
Waving the blues of love, I pounce upon the unknown corridors of power caught up with binding fists.
Deserted and decked up all day long, the synagogue seeks to be in the company of a Wailing Wall .
The temple towers smile at the horizon for the dawning moments of pious devotees.
Greying inches on our futile extravaganza.
(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 16,2023)
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