Just Being: The Musing Patterns Of The Other Eye

 Part 3: Just For The Flow, Just For The Flow. 

A flutter of wings released in a quiet night

These leaf strung chains rising

Like a rope tricked

Are puppets of well-wished delight

That wander into my day ridden home

Like jester gypsies

In colours harvested from history

Striding up the silly somber path

Up into the quick twinkling eyes

To dance in a fire’s flight

Pictured in a white sail on dark seas

Then on to a beach

To still the shallows

Infested with distracted sands

To bless the beach-combing shells

To ripple a path up to the road

For this to happen again and again

In the tide’s fickle domain

Not for the battle’s booty poor

Not the dead shells trapped

In the rusty smells of unthumbed pages

For as soon as words are written

They are dead

As the stones strung

Across the loafer stream loosened on a leash

By my desire’s daring

On which you skip and jump

From bank to futile bank

While I secretly flow within

Just for the flow, just for the flow. .......(contd)

 ~Deepak Oberoi~

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