Lost

Some purposes
and some efforts
like some loves,
are just lost causes

I shut everything out.
The good and the bad.
Until there was nothing.

Godavari

There is a certain beauty in those mud roads.
In the circular huts and those thatched roofs.
In the dusty roads dampened with sprinkled water
and in the rangoli made by those skillful fingers.

There is a certain beauty to the speckles of white powder settled perfectly on the rangoli.
To the thatched roofs not a leaf out of place on those walls of mud.

It is so serene like the fresh air by the mountain side and the touch of clear water on a sunny day. Such beauty it is, as if manifested in the purest form.