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Valley of Thoughts

11 May

It was just one of those solitary moments when I was immersed in the past – reminiscing and relishing. It often surprises me how the ‘self’ and the soul lay apart. It is this subversive conflict that palpates the drama which sometimes is fascinating and at others frustrating.

Nature at its bounty or when barren is capable of putting a mirror in front of us and make us look deeper into this conjecture of self-conflict. It is just impossible for poetry to not happen using nature and its elements as a metaphor. As I chanced upon this thought, a few lines came to my mind which I scribbled on a scrap paper near me. Here is the story which the valley in my thoughts told me…

Through the serpentine turns it lay,

With it’s arms open wide.

Is it yearning for ripples or rain?

Or just a mere tide?

The mountains surround with brawn,

Yet shorn of their pride,

Like the paradoxical challenges,

That keep the joy aside.

The clouds eclipse the Amber,

Turning it to the dark.

Igniting a fire somewhere within,

As elusive as reality stark.

And yet again the night recedes,

Breaking the spasm of dawn.

The twinkling dew drops witness,

The ruptured moments by gone.

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Photograph Courtesy –  Abhishek Bhattacherjee (The Oasis, Austin, TX)

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