"I will have a cocktail of
Bukowski's angst,
Gibran's perspective,
Blake's poignancy,
Frost's lucidity,
& Neruda's romance.
Thank you!"
But Life was no bartender.
He was more of a gardener.
So he gave me a sapling.
I watered it, nurtured it,
It's a poe-tree now.
I'm neither of the poets
I wanted to be.
I'm my own seed,
I'm my own flower,
I'm my own fruit.
I'm a piece of me.
Life ensured that.-
The CONFLUENCE
of their broken hearts
was proven RIGHT
When it created the most POWERFUL
INFLUENCE....-
You walked
on the broken
pieces of my soul
to enter
my universe.
Now
we are both bleeding.
The confluence
of our bleeds
is a river,
happily coagulated.
-
And just like any other journey,
We started for our destination with a new vigour,
Unaware of the fact that our paths were never meant to conjoin !-
The Confluence
When the time arrived for us to leave,
The sun in you coloured the sky in me
with melting essence of your being.-
Incomplete am I
in my loneliness,
for ever seeking
confluence with you.
-
CONFLUENCE: "Music of silence"
Silence with its own music,
music that owns peace,
peace that leads to unity,
unity that silences all grief.
-
You're a voice
and I, an old forgotten language.
Our confluence
shall remain
unfathomable to the world.-