Fluidity Poem by indira babbellapati

Fluidity

Rating: 3.1


a part of me dies
while another part regenerates
a thought dies
while another thought blooms

as i walk by the sea
for every step i put forward
the one behind gets washed off

there're times i earnestly wish
i were dead:
a willing suspension of
all senses i think i perceive

i'm in constant flux of
breath and no breath
thought and no thought...

tell me, my friend
should i pride that
i know you?

25mar2010
21.43hrs

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
C. P. Sharma 08 April 2010

There is a profound and serene 'fluidity' at the bottom of it. CP

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Sandra Fowler 08 April 2010

Echoes of sadness, but always a full measure of grace. Very touching. Love, Sandra

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Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 26 March 2010

Hating thought is dispassion…very deep poem…and in thought is dys[painful]passion… Message of Bhagvad Gita… Masterly crafted and in essence Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10+

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Sarvesh Kulkarni 26 March 2010

had read it on facebook....but now seems different suddenly.... amazing poem....a bit intriguing though....dunno why. loved it nonetheless. thank you.

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indira babbellapati

indira babbellapati

visakhapatnam, india
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