Purple and lime begins this rhyme
Looks so good it ought to be a crime
Swirling, dancing you know why
Saffron mercy particles from the spiritual sky
Purple and lime steals my brain
Leaves no charm for the mundane
Transcendental happiness, true ecstasy
Which ever it is the guru cast his spell on me
Question arises what's this outfit's name
The clock chimes “Is it tomorrow? Or just the end of time?”
“These are humble garlands,” the maker tells me. “I couldn't find nicer flowers to pick”
Pedaling away in the hot sun of the midday usually on mad dogs and Englishmen are out then folks say. Passing by a railroad bridge and skateboard park where the skaters loop and jump with such alacrity. Along the boardwalk and trailer park to the herb room for some candan taila. Having scored a couple of tolas on to the place where electrolytes are sold. Filling the bladder on past the kutir of Bhakta Blade. Keeping the spinner's church on my right I return through the town past the electric bikes and hanuman's café back on the usual trace i pass the cruiser king and hog farm to the renewed road. As many days I took some comfort from pedaling up seventh street to the vet nary hospital then straight along to the research park and lastly up the long and windy road that leads to the sunset service.
If you're looking ahead, in the ninth they'll be going out for dancing in the warm night under the constellations. The long coat of Giridhari and Gandharvika's deep blue sari and red boarder Mahaprabhu has a red sash and chodder to go with his peacock blue kirta and green pants.