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From above the green hill, I watched the still blue sea Shimmering like a bed of jewels Just before the sun set. The sun, the purple wheel that steers the world Descends inch by inch The moment it touches the sea, I expect a sizzle on the water. Oh! just a futile piece of imagination, An illusion the pendulum of my mind played A mischievous  trick,  conjured Tired of seeing endless repetitions The water didn't dramatically part The sun with ease slipped in Like  a seed in to the awaiting earth Too eager to regenerate. A tranquil sunset yet again, The whole world,with bated breath Was awaiting it, a collective sigh of relief, Didn't I hear? for now God didn't play dice, Though never it could be totally ruled out, Now,every worry goes to sleep in the dark, And  tomorrow would come With a new set of promises and pains. The pendulum thus swings-- Invisible, between day and night, Possibility of  darkness and light The hopes that keep us going, and despair.
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Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 6:09 AM UTC
THE PENDULUM
From above the green hill, I watched the still blue sea Shimmering like a bed of jewels Just before the sun set. The sun, the purple wheel that steers the world Descends inch by inch The moment it touches the sea, I expect a sizzle on the water. Oh! just a futile piece of imagination, An illusion the pendulum of my mind played A mischievous  trick,  conjured Tired of seeing endless repetitions The water didn't dramatically part The sun with ease slipped in Like  a seed in to the awaiting earth Too eager to regenerate. A tranquil sunset yet again, The whole world,with bated breath Was awaiting it, a collective sigh of relief, Didn't I hear? for now God didn't play dice, Though never it could be totally ruled out, Now,every worry goes to sleep in the dark, And  tomorrow would come With a new set of promises and pains. The pendulum thus swings-- Invisible, between day and night, Possibility of  darkness and light The hopes that keep us going, and despair.
Isn't life a perpetual journey between certainty and uncertainty?But are we aware of the precarious nature of the existence of our life and world.What if God choose to play dice for once?
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 6:09 AM UTC
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