SAVOUR THE SPIRITUAL BRUSH

Donot ascend to the zenith,
Or walk into the rubbles,
Stand right there
Over the pavement of life,
And savour the spiritual brush!

A succoring hand you lend,
To the man without the sight
Lay colour in his blanched canvas.
He will adorn you with grace,
And you savour the spiritual brush!

Palm the fingers of a newborn
Lingering softness purges
The soaked heart from blackness,
Healing the burdened soul
And you savour the spiritual brush!

A hearty potluck you dish,
Long famished man's dead sapor,
He relishes every morsel,
Beneath his eyes sparks heaven
And you savour the spiritual brush!

The cadence of the purling wind,
Twirling your temple hair;
Or the resonating summer downpour.
The bestowed karma on us
Mingles with our cultured breathes.
Yield the heart amidst,
And you savour the spiritual brush!

Donot woo for the hallowed bliss,
Or happiness in Elysium do seek.
Cast your shadows around---
In the wee drops of rain,
Or the peeping beams of sun.
In the harmony of tuned lyrics
Or in the essence of inked verses
For all in the bosom
Conceives the spiritual touches...!