In just a vast nothingness <br />You unwind, holding on to the placid moments. <br /> <br />You suspend your thoughts <br />As everything starts from there <br />Need to get back to the origin <br />So that creative cycle revolves uninterrupted. <br /> <br />You delve into the strings of meditative incubation <br />From where music germinates <br />And engulfs far and wide. <br /> <br />You conjure up postures classical <br />Of the temple’s architecture, <br />As your elements spring up <br />Into a grace and elegance unforgettable. <br /> <br />You comprehensively mesmerise <br />The people, the place by the <br />Enduring jingles of your subtle feet. <br /> <br />I nourish and cherish <br />The remains of an echo of the jingles created <br />On the invisible walls of my soul <br />Long after the show is over.<br /><br />R.K Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jingle-3/
