The River...
Blink thrice and it falls apart,
Reminiscences of a dream from the start,
From between the two intimidating barriers,
Flows a superfluous reserve of unseeping tears.
As it touches down on fertile ground,
Suddenly the blessing is much too profound.
Sweeps away everything in sight,
Mirth, a planted belief- all put up a fight.
Encroaching on space fulfilled,
The foreign force ravages even what was tilled.
Still and shimmering from the top,
All for the best, especially for future crop.
But thoughts by underlying currents strong,
Into the past are pulled along.
Blink once more and the barriers shed,
Not peaceful nor steady, but in spurts instead.
More gushy and rushing the force is felt,
Rolls down my cheek and on my lips melt..
© Divya Sagar
8 comments:
Beautiful.
thankyou.
Wish I could write like that!!!!!
yes u can!try it out:)
wowwwww
i did not no u write poetry and tht too such serious stuff!!!!
lol..i dont seem the serious types do i?:p
Bravo Bravo
And veiled enigma, do take a shot at it. always worth it :)
Thanks Rahul! yeh she should. sometimes u draw inspiration even frm the lil things around u..and honestly now i know what people mean when they say that they 'have no clue how I wrote it' on being asked about what goes on thru their head upon writing something.
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