From over the bridge
the sky curved into the river
and the winds from the distant hills
carved a smile on his face.
So here he was, at last, all by himself
played upon by a feeling
of being not shadowed anymore
but by the one his very own.
light as the bird, came to his mind,
and making sure no one was around,
he spoke aloud
I'm light as the bird.
Yet a shadow was preying upon him,
an unease, a discomfort, a disequilibrium,
as he heard within, his son saying,
*Baba, you need to take a break,
to be with yourself, to be away from us,
to soothe the frayed nerves..*
So I have been set free, he thought,
but are the birds really as free
as they appear to be?
So here he was, but his mind was drifting,
and he was calculating like a child.
*how many feet below is the river,
would the fall hurt, or would one have to wait,
for the impact with the rushing surface
before the final touch by the boulders?*
I shouldn't be perilously close, he stepped back,
muttering three incoherent words..
components of love.
Back to the Rest House,
he was packing his bag.
He was not sure, if his reappearance,
at so short a notice,
would at all be, a pleasant surprise.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
From over the bridge
the sky curved into the river
and the winds from the distant hills
carved a smile on his face.
So here he was, at last, all by himself
played upon by a feeling
of being not shadowed anymore
but by the one his very own.
light as the bird, came to his mind,
and making sure no one was around,
he spoke aloud
I'm light as the bird.
Yet a shadow was preying upon him,
an unease, a discomfort, a disequilibrium,
as he heard within, his son saying,
*Baba, you need to take a break,
to be with yourself, to be away from us,
to soothe the frayed nerves..*
So I have been set free, he thought,
but are the birds really as free
as they appear to be?
So here he was, but his mind was drifting,
and he was calculating like a child.
*how many feet below is the river,
would the fall hurt, or would one have to wait,
for the impact with the rushing surface
before the final touch by the boulders?*
I shouldn't be perilously close, he stepped back,
muttering three incoherent words..
components of love.
Back to the Rest House,
he was packing his bag.
He was not sure, if his reappearance,
at so short a notice,
would at all be, a pleasant surprise.
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