RIPPLES AND BUBBLES
rishi
METAMORPHOSIS
Poems say nothing
Unless the reader becomes the poet
SYNOPSIS
Words in a poem are but
thorns and flowers in a jungle divine.
REALIZATION
Claps, applause _ can they
ever equal the joy of creating?
EXERCIZE
I walk along the vast expanse of
evergreen infinity of the world within.
PRAYER
Let me be wide awake in a
Dreamless fullthroated sleep tonight.
Time remained an endless ocean
of eight o’ clock
till the time we realized
till the time we realized
that the clock had stopped
tick tock tock....
tick tock tock....
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