Monday, September 8, 2008

The Music And The Song Of The Wood

A river that has
meandered through
the caverns of rough weather,
has lived a life long enough.
And moved and moved before wither
Into the wonder that stood
with open arms and with shelters
for all.
It is but the deep blue waters.

The turbulence and chaos,
the restlessness that grows
mounts and mounts when
the river flows.
The calmness and peace,
that movement, that ease
comes and comes with...
she, sea and the breeze.

All pains are gone.
Gone are the belongings.
All pleasures are gone.
Gone are the longings.

What remains is the music
and the song of the wood.
Once she travelled by
in her early childhood.

6 comments:

Ankur said...
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Ritesh Anand said...

All words are gone.
Gone are the meanings.
What remains is the recall..
Those 2 diverging roads
And Frost in dat yellow wood.

Ankur said...

what remains is me
and my loneliness.
once i traveled through
a journey called love.

varun said...

Wow... thats one awesome selection of words. Remember that is why they always compare the river to our childhood.. woh chanchalta, woh shararat woh masti aur woh natkhatpan...

Phir aati hai jawani jab tham jaata hai paani!!! Shayad kisi ki pyar bujhane ya bijli banane ke kaam aata hai paani....!!!!

then Comes the age, when you just want to give it all to ppl what you gained through your entire life. the minerals and the fertile beds.

Is nadi se na seekhe to kya seekhe baba!!! Jo ise jaan gaya woh samajh gaya ki this is the law of nature... whatever you do you have to abide by it...

Awesome post.. you rock

maverick said...

Sattu Boss...bahot dino ke bad uch dil se aaya hai aisa lag raha hai...it is the BEST compotion of your's till date :-)

Shishir Pandey said...

Mast likha hai baba...