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?