RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions
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I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows...
Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes.
I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies.
Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders,
"Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders.
I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze,
I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts.
But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine.
Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets.
I roam unescorted and unaccompanied.
I'm just exploring.
Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!"
There is everything to find...
Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam.
The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness.
-Harish Vaid
harishvaid1986@gmail.com
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