Wednesday, April 13, 2016

|| Touch ||

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Love
dissolves
melts like a .
liquid

The soul
immersed in
raag prarthana

Within the closed lids
the God of love
within the folded palms
love

In love without
a signal the body
moves beyond
the body.

The body vanishes
like a line and
all that remains
is the touch of the soul.

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