Like a stream,I flow
unknown to me,
through the mountains,
and the lonely lands,
in the midst of the jungles,
and the crowded cities,
marred by the dead silences,
I carry, along with me.
The rolling stones,
and the stopping rocks,
all embrace me,
wholeheartedly...
thoughts keep flowing,
hitting all the places,
which keep visiting...
unknown to me.
The constant search for life,
I happen to see,
is busy with the same thing,
asking the impossible question...
whether to live the flowing,
or die dry silently.
It struck me 'hardly,
and...I asked myself--
going anywhere,
is the start of a new beginning,
why not do it immediately?
And I lived again...
to tell this story,
unknown to me.
[My friend Jawahar Babu is gracing the photograph]
4 comments:
Nice One!
Beautiful words -
"And I lived again...
to tell this story,
unknown to me."
Thanks Deepika! :)
an amazing thought flow.. i'm bowled at the clarity that you have and the beauty with which u express!
Gud job!
Such depth to the poetry Raghu. Didnt know you had it....... very nicely worded.
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