Ravindranath Kunnath
Ravindranath Kunnath
Mother...
The mystic always with mother, The universe bless you... Mother told with a smile A thousand stars of wisdom fall , But where is and what is the universe And where is the mother.
The mystic A gypsy, walking across the machine oriented lifes In the lonely,silvery times The shinning lyric sounds for them But they doubts,where is he..
The mystic Dont know And expressive as nature He is beyond all the defined harbours anchoring wisdoms and visions And deny voyage.
The mystic Always with his mother The mother says the universe bless you Thousand stars falls into him For giving thousand springs And thousand songs of love and rhythms.
Mother kissed his tender lips Tears of love flowed on to his cheeks through the pores of her closed eyes He now dont want to seek the mother and universe It is the realisation beyond accension.
Dance As a peacock And flow as a river And vibrate as waves and winds But Dont know.
