Glistening time of birth

Glistening time of birth.... In a glistening time of birth, The prana overlook the lost spaces.... Intriguing thoughts of birth, Overwhelmed, On seeing the old prisons of enslavements, Sprinkles the music of damaru..... The muhurth for the carnage to begin, Herds of hymns as flees, Feels the transcendental passion of the Beginning of another rotation..... The prana of the infinite omnipresense, Flowing, Into the swirling darkened hairlocks, Shedding the blood of moksha, And discarding the veins and arteries hitherto glorified.... In the glistening time of birth,prana realises, The feeling of muhurth is a myth, When entrapped in the nets of mirages Pilgrims on caravans and palanquins, Sneezing ashes for getting wings.... Pilgrims on foot dreams the glistening time of birth, An illusion of prana...... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala India.