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Friday 21 August 2009

Stars, Tides, Sundials

Floating down
A river called Time,
With raindrops
And thunderbolts;
Brooks and volcanoes;
Locks and keys;
Hellos and goodbyes;
Weeds and daffodils;
Realise,
Hearts are many,
Head is one.
Use it.

11 comments:

carapace said...

very nice. :)

Bingo said...

a very very nice poem.....should have been in the fourth estate

Megalomaniac said...

Really nice... :) V want more !

vales said...

neat. ..\m/

Bakarbaaz said...

Since you wanted a comment.

Arun Chaganty said...

I found "Brooks and volcanoes" a bit out of place, but liked the moral.

Kaushik said...

I liked it, although I'm not sure I understood it.

Kaushik

The Dryad said...

It invokes pop-arty visuals.

And I love it!

nerdyberdy said...

"head is one, use it"
:P ironic advice coming from you shmunks!
btw, beware.. you have a megalomaniac commenting on your blog. :O

Bakarbaaz said...

Munky fan club! :P :P

Uttara said...

@Sooper, Rakesh, Megalomaniac, Nishanth and Shar,
Thanks :)

@Kobster,
Get lost.

@Banshee,
What man? I use my head ok. A LOT. :P

@Kogi,
I liked your comment, although I am not sure as to why that has become your standard comment on this blog. :-|

@Slinky,
It deals with irony and contrasts. A brook is generally placid and gentle, while a volcano is volatile and explosive. Hence, the association.