It is not the sulci and gyri,
they listen to me
It is not the four chambers
they seem unperturbed in the beat
Where do you reside, tell me
Where are you in me,
Where i have no say,
And where stillness is the living way
"Where life resides in you" he asked
"Where death whistles its arrival
Where joy dwells, peeping now and then
Where search is futile yet the fulcrum"
He smiled.
And me too
"Where this smile roots from"
And i smiled even more....
they listen to me
It is not the four chambers
they seem unperturbed in the beat
Where do you reside, tell me
Where are you in me,
Where i have no say,
And where stillness is the living way
"Where life resides in you" he asked
"Where death whistles its arrival
Where joy dwells, peeping now and then
Where search is futile yet the fulcrum"
He smiled.
And me too
"Where this smile roots from"
And i smiled even more....
2 comments:
Philosophical! Simply philosophical!!
wow.. its an honour to have my pic associated with this........ :)
he he. last line..... the punch line..... where does my grin come from.....?
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