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.
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11 comments:
very nice. :)
a very very nice poem.....should have been in the fourth estate
Really nice... :) V want more !
neat. ..\m/
Since you wanted a comment.
I found "Brooks and volcanoes" a bit out of place, but liked the moral.
I liked it, although I'm not sure I understood it.
Kaushik
It invokes pop-arty visuals.
And I love it!
"head is one, use it"
:P ironic advice coming from you shmunks!
btw, beware.. you have a megalomaniac commenting on your blog. :O
Munky fan club! :P :P
@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.
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