A knock on my mind,
A distinct impression,
When I gave away into the evil.
What is ‘evil’?
To the two disparate parts,
When they come together,
They create something beyond imagination,
The soul and the mind unite,
A divine union.
Why should they be disparate?
If they converse, argue and then rest at his feet,
Everything is so clear and neat.
Peace that rests within the unfathomable depths of my heart.
I immerse, dissolve and you remain the focus,
A complete thought that leads to an unwavering mind,
A distinct knock is a call of the divine.
Delightful and feeling. Well crafted too.
Thanks Gopal….:)
very nice…