Namaz

Roads washed by the rain
Trees bathed and cleansed
Moisture seeping through the pores
Of the wet Earth’s skin.

Mother Nature’s ablutions
Before it kneels down on the mat
To seek forgiveness
For her childrens’ sins

 

The boatride

One journey at it’s close
And the tired boatman gone
The oars and ripples and the eventide
Waiting all forlorn

The clouds are close and curious
Peeking into the silent deep
The waters though are in no mood
To share the secrets they keep.

Tomorrow when the sun appears
And another soul does wake
The boat will be steered again
Across the mysterious lake.