Posted in poetic musings

Ripples of the Infinite

A silhouette drifts in the dimming glow,
Revealing a presence all beings know.

What lingers is not the race we run,
But the oneness of earth, sky, and sun.

In stillness, the infinite comes clear,
We are but ripples that vanish, yet reappear.

Simi

Through Sudhanshu’s  lens

Posted in approach, imagination, life

Enigmatic Horizon

“As the moments flow by, swift and rippled, trying to reach the goal,

Some are bright, some wispy, some merely carrying on, playing a momentous role.”