Jan 2, 2012

Pour and puddles

When I am flying
In my castle of smoke
You pour on me
Avalanche of grace

When I am flowing
In my river of indulgence
You shower on me
Fragments of bliss

And yet you ask me
How I melted into puddles
and started dreaming mahogany dreams?

How I lost myself to the rubble
and started finding solitude in the spring?

-Surath Giri