Meditation

 

There're times in mind when nothing moves

There're no train of thoughts cruising through

A sudden stillness is all that stays within confines

Speaking nothing, Breathing no voices inside

It's pure bliss to hold the reigns tightly in your grip

Letting not loose the horses, nor using any whip

Taming the wildness growing inside the crevices

Dexteriously holding every chain of voice growing

Releasing and Letting go only when you wish

Be the master and not an obedient slave

Of every word that plays unharmonious rhythm

Beat the drum and let the music soften

Helping yourself to taking hold of every thought within

Let the chamber of kindness be the master of your wing

Let the thinking be an art of an expert progression

Having Each whisper skillfully dissolving 

Into the oceans of incessant streams of clear thoughts

Then pen them down and store it forever

Visualising the darkest glory that now shines 

Chiseling harmoniously every emotion and feeling

Becoming a dialogue delivered for every listener 

A painting before the admirers 

Portraying what you have valiantly explored 

At your beck and call Let these thoughts find a mould 

Pouring out every word into the empty vessels 

Quenching the souls thirst to know everything