The Colour Of Spring..
The gushing currents of the Akash Ganga
Washes the banks of Time..
The Devas are in their heavenly bliss
Their abode of beauty sublime...
In this world above ours,
There exists the paradise
Where once you are in, your dreams begin...
The spring that never dies..
On the shade of the Parijat..
With a pensive mind of eternity,
Many a bard sits to reflect
The mystic beckoning of infinity..
A place of wonder and fantasies..
With whispers of mystery in the air
Divine wisdom rings through the skies..
Devas and Apsaras both bright and fair...
Saptarishi and Nakshatras adorn
The place with raining flowers..
Floating amidst a shoreless ocean,
Abides the Lord with ten avatars...
He who comes to this world up high,
Is the escapist mind..
Lighter than the air and faster than light,
Responsibilities never catch up from behind..
It is the colour of spring…
(2013)
Escapism : The colour of spring.
A fantasy of the Hindu mythological Heaven.
