From the springboard
that's we know as spirit
Joys take off to capture
the last kiss in the moonbeam.
Dew drenched karma
kisses ecstasy's cheeks
when the time comes
as a star smiles high above.
Incensed wind makes
the ripples soar with
the sighs consumed
as ripened fruit in moment.
An unseen bridge spans
the golden distance
where ether smeared
footsteps mark a genesis.
Indeed very very spiritual this astute penning Nikunj.Wonderful work.