art of the imagination
There was a time i really enjoyed writing poetry pieces or rants…haven’t done much of that in the last 2.5+ yrs. I’ve been based in West Africa. I guess it’s because of the hectic work schedule or pure and utter laziness…anyway, whatever the cause, I was clearing my office drawer today and found a piece I wrote a couple of years ago, a week after my birthday after a loooooooooooong moment of written introspection.
Life
Like a river flowing through rocks
it is beset with beauty, turmoil and
junctions that alter it’s course into
unchartered and unfathomed moments,
only to spring up in ideally tranquil bliss
Like a musician’s instrument, it plays with
a great intensity that culminates into a
peacefully orchestrated piece full of joy,
pains, and rythm only to come back
and hit at your soul’s core with an enchanting beat
Like the fluttering of a candle’s flame,
it swings with the simplest change in the flow of
air, but returns itself to a relative calm
at the most serendipitous of moments filled
with it’s uncompromising strength and stability.
