Where does it begin?
Where does it end?
All I see is
It flowing forever
Sometimes winding
Sometimes straight
Sometimes mingling
With other thoughts that might
Start in parallel,
Later or before
Jumbled or lucid
Taking new shapes and forms
Demanding or subtle
They all flow
In an unending stream
Stopping not even when in dream.
Where does it end?
All I see is
It flowing forever
Sometimes winding
Sometimes straight
Sometimes mingling
With other thoughts that might
Start in parallel,
Later or before
Jumbled or lucid
Taking new shapes and forms
Pools of memory
Fossilised foam
Clouds precipitating
Storms that roar
Some vanishing
Some mergingDemanding or subtle
They all flow
In an unending stream
Stopping not even when in dream.
Ho! what a stream of thought! A lovely poem. Thanks for giving as a stream of thought which has pened a stream of thoughts in me.
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ReplyDeleteThe stream winding its way through ups and downs, hills and plains,covering miles and miles, branching and rebranching ultimately merging in the vastness of eternal bliss.
ReplyDeleteWonderful... Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHappened to browse for some poems and found this wonderful poem. Wonderful stream of thoughts..
ReplyDeleteThank you Pavan. Hope you enjoy my other writings too.
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