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Madurai, Rameshwaram: Mirrors

16-18 June 2011


I taste flecks of hope,
their loyalty astounds.

I trace flowing water,
unchanging yet mobile.

I carelessly grasp conviction,
then sink in apprehension.

I float above darkness,
before it engulfs all.

I touch my soul,
before crashing into oblivion.

I speak softly but firmly,
“Here lies God”.

-Ankit Damani


Is this it?
Death and hope
intertwine in a never-ending
tryst of absolution

Until actualization liquefies
the union and hits you
like a gush of water
running up your nose.

Then what?

-Ankit Damani

The Birthplace of Tranquility

Gentle strides take control as my body glides,
independent of thought.
The physical cannot be disturbed
by the mental

Colourless, sparkling, enchanting.
This is far from our daily dose.
This is divine.

Sand particles surround
my feet and before
I realize,
I am swept
into nirvana.


-Ankit Damani

Posted by ankitdamani 03:05 Tagged water end death tranquility god heaven finale poetry elegy

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