I wrote this one on my trip back from Chennai . Looking out from the window and admiring sunset, I gave my thoughts some words .

As My Flight Took Off

As I left the touch of gravity and entered the mystic ,

The weightlessness of silence entered in heart ,

The delusion of "me" starts becoming reality,

When you get left alone with your centered self.

The passage between the flock of clouds opens up a world with new possibilities,

A world between the detachments of limitless sky and the soil of attachments ,

Noah's ship flowing with the chosen ones given a chance of understanding uncertain realities of creation .

Bunch of beings identified as people , no other identity instead,

All admiring the horizon and the shades brightening up our Soul.

Starting from prospects of orange and ending with infinite accomplishments of blues leading to Devine sleep of nights,

All with different stories but still on the same plane of Brotherhood,

Teaching how the life should be lived .

Vivashwat