Precious Memories of prayer times …

How many words

are required
that I might explain
how You have left me wordless?

Poems defiantly

settle in my fingertips;

never to be written or read,

but to touch Your cheek

and trace Your lips instead.

This great mystical Himalayas mesmerize me each time I look at it!

Prayers once spoken

refuse to leave my tongue;

they linger and burn,

then turn themselves to kisses.

Oh tell me Love,

that this is the Language awaiting.

For my heart is a silent sonnet,

and Your Name my only creed.

This RED lorry grabbed all my attention on a silent beach !

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Poem acknowledgement : 'Wordless'  by Oak Abbey (2012) . 

Photos Location : (a) En-route to Hampta Pass, Himalayas (b) Calicut Beach Road