Fulfilment
Only as the river moves along,
to a certain bend,
That we get to know,
About 'The conspiracy'
A miracle or a co incidence,
A play of dice or divine intervention?
Sometimes fading distances,
Ignite with all encompassing passion,
A distintegration of self,
To integration on other,
a thing of beauty,
Out of amalgam crude,
A miracle bloom,
Through a bed of soot,
Yet times are there,
When proximity to the awaited,
Reigns in the passions, awry,
The monotony takes away,
The essence of desire,
pain of separation,
And the longing which had kept,
The flame alive,
Now with fulfilment,
Rests cold, without a fight
And so passes the stormy night,
A calm sunny morning awaits,
The river moves along,
Ever so majestic,
Expectant of impending warmth.
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-08-13 at 20:12
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