Mystical It Seems—Ghazal

Enthralled by the serenity around
I pedalled the boat on the Ooty lake.

It is locked in discreet silence
seems to me it flows for my sake.

The ripples murmur gently
while I sail munching my cake.

Except for me, I see none
my eyes rest on the breaks.

The wind brushes past my face
Strikes hard on my face causing an ache.

The peace I experience
rejuvenates my mind on all takes.

Having imbibed a feel of transcendentalism
I forget to claim my stake.

That be not with Nature alone
almost, in all spheres including the fakes.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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