Gau-dhooli…

Gau-dhooli….

Sunbeams

Glint on the rising dust motes.

Subdued necklet-bells tinkle

As tired cattle lumber home

In the approaching dusk.

Each glinting dust mote

A wave-tip in the ocean of time.

Brings within it

An almost forgotten memory.

Some

Cradle unfettered emotion

Birthing instinctive, undemanding love

Without restraints or expectations

Giving away all.

Loving hugs,

Or just a holding on to another

Embracing,

Without touching.

Others

Carry anguished moments of pain

Lashed in mindless frenzy

On the ones who cared,

Driven by a sense of futility, confusion,

And the blinding anger of youth.

Or in the cusp of time

Some quiet moments

Spent, just lying on the grass,

Head cradled on a friendly lap

Gazing at the sky

Lost in unfolding the meaning of life.

As the sunbeams fade in the dying day,

Each glinting wave-tip

Gently gifts away its individual moment

To savor, accept and let go.

The giving away

And showering petal-moments

Onto receding waves of time

Drapes a floating mantle

Of love, freedom and deep tranquility.

For

“Moments once lived,

Never die.

They become eternal as they are…”