dr.k g balakrishnan
At times my
mind, I feel;
Slipping
unto a whirlpool;
I don’t
know, what happens;
After that;
o the heavens;
Moonshine,
the eternal gardens;
Breezing
love, euphoric impressions;
The depth
deepening; widening width;
-The
never-ending lengthening length.
Confusing,
echoing, baffling, bewildering;
Circling,
waving and weaving; oscillating;
The Niagara,
the Everest, the horizon faring;
The sun,
moon, stars and the space spacing!
Full of
music melodious;
Colors and hues;
Glorious
the dais;
O Mom,
where am I?