Like the dawn
Breaking upon the gentle surface
Of a river
Like the distant temple bells
Or the Muezzin's call for prayer...
From that cloud laden minaret, perhaps...
Like the taste of dew
Kissed hibiscus
Like the sound of her anklets
Upon the desolated steps of the Ghats
Like the silence of light
and how it touches all...
Like the quivering
Of the Sitar strings
Like the unutterable hymns
To Love and longings
Of many kinds, devoid of shape
Or form...
Like the yearning for
The unknown.