Quiver travels down my spine,

When the vibrations touch me as divine,

The musical notes resounding my heart’s ravine,

reignite the flame of a passion pristine…

The rhythm that plays in the background,

pervades through the air surround,

retracing my steps back to the ground,

I invoke thee to let me be around…

The music integrates with the fragrance,

Reverberating the moods of  the florescence,

Alluring me to be in the innocence,

That  divine had empowered me with  guidance..

Zealous and yearning to learn,

The wondrous words of wisdom,

Which will give my soul a feel,

Of the blissful DIVINE KINGDOM…


Clutched down by the pinions of the world,

An avian loses its freedom to soar above,

The freedom which it deserved ,

which gave insight of every averse…

The right of flying on the high,

Irrespective of its breed or clan,

Provided it with the  insight ,

To persuade its dream with all the   might…

The free bird wishes to fly to the peak,

By efforts to put everything behind the dream,

The focus of its goal,

Is the only thing it sees,

and achieves the aim if it remains free…

Free from the clutches of the world,

for survival and to remain unperturbed,

 Mind and body works then in consonance,

If  it keeps the chains detached,

The strong elusive bonds of things,

Makes  it tied down by its wings…

Forgetting the art of using wings,

The avian lives as a prisoner’s being

Mesmerised and confused by the world around ,

It loses its way of the THEE on bound…

Let the elegant bird spread its charm,

In the sun and in the rain,

To travel on the path chosen,

And get its wings loosen,

For the beauty of the beautiful one,

lies in flying free in the serene heaven…