I am driven across the river of time
In silence tinged with voices within,
People have always been playing parts
As heroes or lovers to lift their hearts.
Their voices sparkle in pages of history
The stormy breath of struggle at nights
The soliloquy of death in ploys of wars,
The passion, ego and pride in tongues
Tears in eyes for sullen glance on defeat
Waved off in words of good bye by time.
The rising sun weeps at the nightly sky
Blossoms of love sickly die at the eves,
Shorter they become in longer days
I understand the stillness time brings
Truth smiles at me when as leaves I sway.
Still a sea of desires enlarge eyes of greed
Reasoning to grow heart with it to find,
Even dream to circle among stars in space
Visit the spring born from the womb of winter,
Untied from it again to threshold of summer
Like a child I enter into the forest of love
Push on to hill top knowing not I may fall.
The river of time in strange accent sings
Wrap me in silence bursting forth truth within,
The cherished flowers shall wonder at me
The scepter of glory falls from my cold hands,
Lovers like sweetness of rose vanish at twilight
Weightless as a dry log I am left in darkness,
I learn to see I am small ripples of streams
Born from the tender breeze of unending time.
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2 Comments on "Ripples"
@Rajendra_Padhi your words breathe nature, they paint existence at the backdrop of histories and mother nature. The images of silence and of being a tiny particle of this ever expanding universe are so gripping, they keep lingering on mind. A brilliant piece indeed!
thanks for your gracious words