Pensive... in one of my moods.

I sit with my knees up close to my body,

A certain sense of stillness pervades my consciousness.

And a little teardrop, like a silver fairy,

Rolls down a face brimming with sadness.

But then the moonlight catches

The beauty of a flower,

Bright yellow, like the sun,

Yet soft and gentle like a dropping feather.

And just then a thought,

Like a child peering into a room of toys,

Flits into my mind.

And brings with it memories of people loved and adored,

As close to my heart as my own soul.

And in that one moment of reality,

I recognised what I had long sought,

Found what I had most wanted

And got what I had most needed-

Sublime joy that never dies.

P.S. The picture was taken in The Valley School, KFI, Bangalore.