Ponder On The Verses

Rapture All is fair in one’s rapture, drunken through the blissful veins chortling, laughing, crying with joy, they seek their pleasure that never destroys Forgetting the hindrances of their past, they swathe the felicity that forever lasts fantasising as if they walk through the clouds, comfort that’s unwrapped as a gift; bestowed The rain showers and they dance alone, although their reticent self finds ecstasy on their throne the mist clears, chuckles pour through the sky, but speckles of bitter sadness still hurt inside rasa: hasya (joy/laughter) - Mridini Sivakumar