If you stay still for a moment
On top of the Gangotri glacier
You can hear growling chunks of ice
Melting and collapsing below,
Fulfilling a prophecy and a vow,
Escaping an inexorable time,
Into an aqueous moksha.
Celestial sounds of the universe
Are usually accompanied by
The eerie silence of centuries,
Ganga has to fulfill her promise
To procreate, destroy and conclude,
The imaginary and real world
Into an irrefutable end.
Wondering whether to desire or escape
You see a hermit's cave refracted
On the congealed blue surface of Tapovan
Changing from an awesome beast to a celestial face
And you lose the love of self and company,
Only wish to melt into the liquefaction,
Cease upon the hedonistic moment.