the wind wrote lines of love on every pore, every nerve-ending..
impatient with clothes, it penned the unreality of bodies.. calling Earth, a kingdom of Gods, waiting to happen..
debating the hand of Buddha, the footprint of Mahavira.. Guru Nanak and Jesus.. Mohammed and Krishna..
pointing at the moon, snuggled sleepily within a rosy blanket.. it questioned reality, and its comprehension..
sacred bells rang incessantly, creating vibrations to secret doorways..
blinking as if in sleep, the buildings seeming like turrets of a divine palace..
my spirit excited to fly with the parrots.. heard the sea gull speak finally, a happy sound, as it flew by with its lost mate by its side..
the sun rose to drum beats pulsing the unique heartbeat of every life..
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