Before me the river Ganges peacefully flows,
Its ripples rise and fall frothing over white cobbled stone;
But over boulders having no visible force – it caressingly glides,
Yet it gently flushes my heart of its obstinate toxic woes.
I sit for hours engrossed in the waters rhythmic flow
As if it is singing classical raga to the strums of the sitar:
With my back basking in the suns warm glow
I’m anointed by the cool breeze swathing the holy green flow.
As my soul seems liberated from debilitating worldly ties
I feel one with my creator, needing no identity I fear no rejection:
My sense of self consolidated, free of a lifelong urge for projection –
A palm-full of its own water I offer Ma Ganga thrice in obeisance.
Yet unable to leave I now slowly walk close to the water’s edge –
For a deep attachment I’ve developed for this holy current;
That’s a crutch to my soul, in filling the void in my heart I’ve created:
I still need a while to be free from craving worldly affections!
PS: I took the pictures myself…the ones I’m in also I composed. 😊