Friday, April 11, 2008

Bridging eons

I don't know
how long I walked
on the bridge
between eons ,
the river down
in full spate ,
dark clouds
with dazzling
lightnings
showing the way ,
the westerlies
mingling
with river spray
to cool
my flying hair .

akash

4 comments:

Dipti said...

Dear brother... you always paint a picture with your words...it is beautiful

akash said...

Dear dipti ,

The painting is so very incomplete ......

it's a bridge that will never reach ....

I don't know about it's beauty !

Thank you for your beautiful words ,

akash

Maithri said...

You have created a bridge here
brother
in these soft words
these tender images,

Deep peace, soft light,

M

akash said...

Thank you , dear maithri ,
for your words , soothing as ever .

You are right . Words can actually be the bridges across separation .
It is indeed wonderful to think of it this way .

With all that it means to be alive ,

akash