Savyasaachi

They are but fragments of our imagination;
Abstract clouds in our mind’s eye,
Making patterns in the kaleidoscope of life.
Silently the senses, abandon their defenses,
Escalating into realms of unknown pleasure,
An ecstasy for the soul, somnolence for the mind.
It’s a drop of water in the heart of a fire;
A paradise in the midst of a desert,
With rippling brooks reflecting over desires.

Seen by some and hidden by none,
It remains what it is, until attained by one,
The illusion shall vanish when the longing is undone.