The music is flowing through my senses
hundreds of gentle pollens floating gracefully in clean air
with the background of clear blue sky
Shimmering water with each drop shining as bright silver
the blue of the sky reflected in the water making it a shade darker
The unending sea changing colours with every glance
The cars pass by as small objects covering the space for sometime
disappearing into nothingness
leaving the space of road Empty
The greens behind this sometimes filled, sometimes empty road
seemed to have been painted recently with fresh colors
but the painter seem to be hidden within these trees
Hundreds of pollens still floating by gracefully
with the background of clear blue sky
and my glance moving far to the endless horizon of nothingness
which gives something inexplicable to me, just by being there, or not being there...
slowly the glance moving back from the horizon
to the shimmering silvery water
to the freshly painted green
to the sometimes filled, sometimes empty road
to the floating pollens
to the blue room filled with soothing music
to the movement of hands on the keyboard, adding beats to the music
to the slow breathing, and a reminder of being alive
and a deep exhale of gratitude
- Tanu Shree
hundreds of gentle pollens floating gracefully in clean air
with the background of clear blue sky
Shimmering water with each drop shining as bright silver
the blue of the sky reflected in the water making it a shade darker
The unending sea changing colours with every glance
The cars pass by as small objects covering the space for sometime
disappearing into nothingness
leaving the space of road Empty
The greens behind this sometimes filled, sometimes empty road
seemed to have been painted recently with fresh colors
but the painter seem to be hidden within these trees
Hundreds of pollens still floating by gracefully
with the background of clear blue sky
and my glance moving far to the endless horizon of nothingness
which gives something inexplicable to me, just by being there, or not being there...
slowly the glance moving back from the horizon
to the shimmering silvery water
to the freshly painted green
to the sometimes filled, sometimes empty road
to the floating pollens
to the blue room filled with soothing music
to the movement of hands on the keyboard, adding beats to the music
to the slow breathing, and a reminder of being alive
and a deep exhale of gratitude
- Tanu Shree
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