-A window ajar is a prelude in building to the joy of being limitless! That uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.......

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

The stream that flows

the stream that flows.......
Wrapt little secrets of hearts undiscovered,
Vanish …..eroded by times delicate poison unending
Once in while, a profound silence is recovered,
A divine force …, beyond and beneath growing,

All the contours in times laughter are swallowed
Into an ineffable void within…
Nothing subsists, until all rains are washed into oceans
Till
All is forgiven and forgotten
Only the stream still remembers …
The persistence of disintegration of time
Because
The stream that flows only bends,
Neither turns nor returns.....



wrote when young , for some vague reason felt like posting it ...

3 comments:

T.O. said...

Why not? It's quite beautiful and profound, and besides, we can post whatever we damned well please in our blogs...!

Ubermensch said...

thanks T O.. for those kind words.

pits said...

Hmm....
Profound or not, written when young or not, poem or not, no kind words from me. I'd rather react to what is said instead of reacting to the tone of what is said.

Beware!! Reason is a slave to Emotion

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