The page remains blank

till eyes begin to read


Thoughts travel downstream, hitting rocks

surprised to find themselves

no longer under cover

Feet press against the gravel,

massaged by the familiar smoothness

of years of drought-less flow



On the other side is warm sand

white, glistening with unseen charms

and not a soul around

A gnarled tree turns to look,

its dwindling leaves advertising shelter

Busy sparrows hop around

as shadows flirt with an imaginary breeze



In this deserted patch of dreams

I lie, letting life  dance around me

Till a stream emerges,

rejuvenating the river.

Till the river overflows its banks

till the page turns into an ocean of  worded bliss.

©Reena Prasad 17th Sept 2012


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