There is a disturbance in your body,
ripples of restlessness ,
made by a hundred thousand stones,
in a pond of possibility.
there is so much to see,
so much to learn,
so much to think,
in just eye's blink.
its kind of window shopping,
no money with you,
hopping and hopping,
till you turn blue.
think for a second,
what do the stones do,
what happens to the pond,
and what happens to the mind.
3 comments:
hi ra,
very thoughtful soul searching poem . there are times i feel the same and feel empty ..:-( but these thoughts are the ones that get you move forward and achieve what you see.
a really cool poem...keep writing...
ur lovin peddaakka
hi manoj,
what an apt poem!! i would like to contribute something -
iam confused at the restlessness,
do i roam around and flow with water
or do i stand still and gather moss,
i wait for the force of water
to give me shape and decide my fate,
i take a chill pill!
i dont knw hw well i put it...
have fun n keep writing more!!
Ritika
thats cool rithika..
how do i know what the stranger talks? :)
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