An Ever Changing Stream
I did not tell you
How this stream started
From a house surrounded by paddy fields
Mango and palm trees
With the injection of tiny streaks of water
From all directions
Knowingly and unknowingly
The shape was taking place
Inside and outside
Who am I?
What I am supposed to ?
Where did I come from?
Questions like jasmine flowers
Raised their heads
Sometimes got a lead or a wrong lead
Sometimes hitting a brick wall
But the curiosity never expired
The stream continued
Its twisting and turning journey.
Incubated in hot summer
Rainy monsoon nights
And chilly winters
I manifest
From the seeds planted by books
Rituals and suffering
Learning and unlearning
Doubting what is right or wrong
Whom to follow and worship
Whom to love
A twisted zigzag journey
Glorified with the gifted flowers
Who smoothened my path and then parted
To other places or heaven bound
Visions pour into
The old shabby bottle
They get accepted
Then discriminate and discarded
And again accepted
Updating my eyes to see
Me, the world and wisdom
And life differently
Out of nowhere
As if predestined as a gift
An Angel like you
Stroll into my space
Endowing me new vision
Leading me to new arena
To stride on
This endless journey.
((*.*))
Babru
October 3 2012
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