Ravindranath Kunnath\ Spring for the song of life

Ravindranath Kunnath.

Spring for the song of life..

High tides mingle with waves of thirsty And in the far away horizon as a fading omen.

Flutting and feeble breathes of the night,as a slaves last beeath, Without any waves of an echo.

The dawn cried the visibilty Remember an innocent poor widow. Truely,the soothing kisses of the evening lay as seeds inside the hymns.

The mystic says and acts like a brilliant actor on stage.

Dear friends All are words I only joined Because of the high tides and waves Of life, I saw and experienced.

Dear beloved friend of us You are sad We think

No,no Iam not sad But it is the symbolic experiences Before we enter into the other dimensions..

No interpretations If I did,it become personal.. Life is infinite.. Its glow or aliveness is the experiences.

Why you look at me as a cruel heart Or showing different moods All enter through the roots of experiences in life...

Translate your responses.. By joing the words heard and learned In loneliness they all creep into the nature and bring a lot of symbols to you Speak then if you are a layman or an orator Draw or paint all if you are an artist.

Dont be sad or dejected All are experience Treat all of them as springs in the song of life.. If you belie so you will like all.