When the stars shine bright...
And the wind chimes a gentle whistle...
When every step ahead, a mudra of joy
And each breath a symphony of music
When my eyes shut wide
Holding a vision crystal clear
When the miracle flashes
An endless possible vision
And each thought leads me
To a thoughtless image
When the journey ahead
Splashes a vibgyor of colours
And the pleasures of path ahead
Paints a passion figure
When the stars shine upon me bright
And the wind mills a chime of whistle...
I embrace the sky to find a universe within
When the stars shine bright upon me
I feel the joy of endless whistle
And walk the miracle path of a blissful point of pivot.
2014 © Ruchi Kochhar
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