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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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Like something that was strongly held to heart revealing itself to be the last thing anyone should hold dear to heart... that kind of disappointment is a hard one to live down. But the end suggests a glimmer of hope that there's got to be something out there that'll return the spark in heart. Well, so my imagination conjures up with the words in this beautiful poem :) Thanks for this moment, well-written.
2014-08-14


BM Barde
This poem is full of full..fil..ment,
i love it than i like it. Beautiful words, meaning, i even even imagine the pretty mind of the poem.
2014-08-13



This is a very smart poem. It's well written and with a deep and passionate message. Beautiful use of metaphors. This is a winner.
2014-08-13