Monday, August 20, 2012

The ebb and flow..

Once I took refuge on a sturdy rock in the middle of the river
It held the promise of guarding me against fierce currents and cold-stricken quiver
But toppled the rock tossing me amidst tumultuous ripples
Tear-drop is washed away with the wave as soon as it trickles

Currents are meandering and free, nobody is at their helm
They eat away the shores which house them, direct them
With the river, to a serene place, I was flown to
Lush green shores, calm waters and a beautiful union of the two

Tempestuous waters ought not be placated
After all, they flow you to a place where happiness is slated.