Waves

Let the waves surge

the tides too shall

move on with time,

as strings of the sitar

are pulled through,

the images of reverie

break apart;

the dawning of the sun

illumes the conscience

the clouds assuage

into an outpour,

let them flow into a

stream of ecstasy

while it merges

with the ocean

of absolute nothingness;

with the flow of time

will acquire its worth

the clear sky will

reflect the real you

all were but waves

of the mind

you were always You.

By Nandini Sengupta

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