Taking a metal wire,
I started forming,
Concentric loops,
Circles that merged,
Dangling away,
The morbidity of stagnation;
Loops, coated afresh with thoughts,
Takes off,
To unknown territories,
Lifting me high up from the ground,
But holds something back,
In the various interlocks;
Time and again,
The very height becomes an abyss;
And I am back to where I was,
The coarse ore,
But I feel at home...
Mining throygh sands,
In search of, A new Kohinoor...
3 comments:
keep searching!!! the day the search ends, life will start searching for something new. because without a thing to look for, can we live??
Dwai: Hmmmm, well said buddy... I agree completely...
...in a kohinoor that smells green,
gleams clean of green,
sea's aquamrine-green's green sheen,
like snow on thoughts it cleans and beans,
the beans which had been seen to mean,
the mean of the evergreen...
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