it was when i just started flowing
exuberant energies,heart pounding
going through every minute corner of the way
roaring n splashing n experiencing breathtaking sway
tumbling over so many unidentified pebbles
passing through n through, through those binding shackles
n one day reaching the end of the earth
realizing life isnt always a mirth
falling down all the way from a hilltop sky
banging head on on the sea bed with squalling cry
yet moving on, though this time very lowly n slow
energies all submerged, still holding on n willing to go
passing through each step softly n firmly
making ground before stepping, gradually
but this time finding more insights n purity beneath
holding on n standing concrete
making twists n turns wherever needed
planning carefully, giving ample time to concede it
flowing on more confidently n strongly than before
yet faltered again, this time reaching the barren shore
theres no way ahead, may be i chose the wrong path
though im dying out of thirst, but i wont lose my heart
will try again, to find me
if struggle is in my destiny, then may it be
i wont stop, i wont give in
i wont get dry so early, i would still be moving
ill flow till the time i become a sea
till the time i would never have to flow again
when existence would just be a form of me
there would be no rocks against me
no hilltop pushing me down to fall painfully
when drowning in me would make everything eternal
when all would be one, no distinction,no boundaries
ill make it happen someday i know
ill make everything dissolve n flow
that would be a perfect world blended into one
the change has already begun..
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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