Maturity

Cracking open the stone heart of mountains,

Gurgling with youthful force,

Young,

Virgin,

Crystal clear,

The waterfall of life

Flows gushing past all odds,

Taking along boulders, stones, rocks of resistance

Washing off all inhibitory inertia.

The music,

The floor,

A loud different genre

Creating paths,

Dancing through

Making a bed

Now called river

Steady,

Yet powerful

Deep

Yet serene

Helping the oars of life.

To carry on

Anchoring the tired

Resting the boats

Talking to sails

Helped by occasional winds 

To move on

Meditating on the banks.

Are the same crystal waters

Knowing the gush has ebbed

Flowing strongly

Yet untiringly

Journeying towards the ultimate

Sea of Love...

A destination that encompasses

The very being

Into ultimate sublimity of divine

No whirl created by a pebble throw

Is capable of distraction

The ‘dusk’ witnesses this maturity

Which the river has brought along...