The Sanctuary

I was in the search of a
Sanctuary,
where no arrow or missile
can penetrate its sanctity.

The equanimity is stable there,
the dreams are vivid there,
the elixir of tranquility,
the elixir of stillness,
the comfort of elixir
resides there permanently.

The sanctuary where
time stuck to those
priceless moment
which are with me.

Despite going grey
the moments were minuscule
as compared to life span
but the real value lies here
as those moments have crystallized
in the portrait
fixed on the wall of self.

The dust has as if
engulfed the portrait
needs the cleaning
and a sanctuary
where no dust will again
engulf those portrait.