Remembrance

Train

Silver drops, horizontal on train’s window.
Mind meshed in problems’ ebb and flow.
Flitting finch flashes – the deafening blow,
“Everything is Him”. I know. i know.

About Jyotirmaya

I am no one and everyone. Been that way for a long time too. Just sometimes i forget.
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3 Responses to Remembrance

  1. loungerie says:

    that’s a good use of the picture! thanx for using it. I like the poem. And I love rhymes…

  2. Madhava says:

    This is a cool poem brother. Very impatful, inspiring and familiar to me. Good work!

  3. bharatii says:

    powerful stuff