Sitting in verandah watching the full moon, a few words echoed as I scribbled them: To be deemed to fathom the reality behind the myth of the moon! He was a fool to venture into his world of unknown – to probe into the mysteries of his being. To touch the devils of his soul and throw them off in the dungeons of his hell, and walk away with the fairies of his dreams into the florid orchards of the paradise, where the birds sing the eternal tune of universal spring, where the cuckoo hums the melody of peace, where the mundane chores turn fruitless into the greatest vineyard of peaceful bliss.
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 18:01:50 +0000