| THE STREAM THAT FLOWS......... Wrapped little secrets of hearts undiscovered, Vanish …..Erodes by times delicate poison unending Once in while, a profound silence is recovered, A divine force …, beyond and beneath growing, All the contours in times laughter are swallowed Into an ineffable void within… Nothing subsists, until rains are washed oceans Till All is forgiven and forgotten Only the stream still remembers … The persistence of disintegration of time Because The stream that flows only bends, Neither turns nor returns….. ~Sunil emjay~
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