November 10th, 2017
On a rainy cloudy day
On the ridge of the Himalayas
On a hair pin curvy road
A spiritual journey.
The rushing Ganges from Haridwar
Washed the feet
And touched the heart
The warm hence chilly feeling- overwhelmed
Goose bumps all over.
On a holy land- Rishikesh
The place which holds the holiness of Saivism
The mystery of the long existing spirituality
Still exists in the air , in the rushing Ganges
In the Ohm sound of the prayers.
The heart rushed to swallow the memories for ever
Lungs to breathe in the divine experience and preserve them
To survive the noisy world I live.