God1106

I happen to stumble on God
this morn

as the three year old
on the road
tried coloring the patterns
on the dead skin of a sleeping leper

the fair smiling bundle
on a dead decaying cradle

energy pure and flowing
playing with a body in ruin

fresh breeze on dead coals
trying to kindle a glow

but

niether were aware
nor would they have cared
that the God was born
in such simple moments

Life !

Life is a breeze and I am trying to grab the scent as it blows…….as one would grab the remnants of a dream before it fades, as one would linger on the look which races the heart beat , as one would etch the memory of the towering mountains before leaving the wilderness……scent comes in wisps…soft as a baby's touch and as pure as its smile…it is fleeting as the smile which touches the eyes, as haunting as the tune long forgotten…the scent of virgin rain on mud, the scent of mist rolling on the lake, the scent of sweat after love, the scent of invocation after the prayer, the scent of happiness as life blows…like a breeze