Quiet

My Post-6

A quiet comfort exists in the quiet,
Away from the bustle of life.
When pristine mornings sweep over,
With prancing mists and strands of the sun,
Spinning webs of gold through the cedars,
An unyielding stillness evokes within.

Imbibe from this nature,
Guzzle the potent elixir,
And as you lose grasp,
Find yourself in the reality,
That the serenity is as much,
From you as it is for you.

Place a foot forward,
And hear the quiet drift away,
Under the crumble of dry leaves.
Witness your creation,
The sounds of life,
And feel the universe in motion,
Bowing to the architect,
As you march on,
One foot after the other.

 

Vaibhav

Rhythms

The delightful scent of music,

Exudes a powerful allure,

Beckons me into a pulsating radiance,

An elixir so pure.

Neon is this world,

Aglow with sounds obscure,

Entwined in potent tunes,

Mesmerizing and yet demure.

Rhythms rule such lands,

Here every malady has a cure,

Lose yourself in the euphoria,

Or heal your soul secure.

Vaibhav

Distant

Distant is the taste of the breeze,

The rustle of tranquil trees.

Bring me back some laughter please,

And wind the clocks to times of ease.

Arrested in our homes, and lost are the keys,

A plagued world, brought to its knees.

Smeared by uncertainty are days like these,

Panic in the streets with a single sneeze.

I wish to be someone who sees,

The thaw beyond this moment of freeze,

Until then, today is the only thing to seize,

A life worth living, fiery without a cease.

Vaibhav