--   The incessant source – by Rahul

The past grows a tree to embrace the memories to dwell.

And the approaching time welcomes the dreams,

Where the hopes and desires bloom their unlimited flowers, 

As the life sleeps on the pillow of past,

And awakes in the call of future,

To make the present a silky velvet bed.

The soul finds its omniscient mate of bejeweled throne,

Who lives in past memories igniting the present,

To be the breathing treasure in the future.

When your image stops the irresistible soul,

That constantly moves in its cyclic journey,

Then the thirst of wandering mind is quenched forever,

Just as all colors merge to get its source black,

So all forms of desires disappear into your charm,

That is the invisible force of all devouring ages.

The thoughts of consciousness bespeak the lines of love,

 Being clad in your agile primordial warmth,

And free from all coverings of illusions and unhappiness,

Finding eternity in oneness overcoming the gulping time,

Where only stays the moments of love of colorful seasons.