the waters

Like the River that cannot stop, time too passes on.

Even turbulent water is gone like plans expected to last till time is gone.

But dreams drift away like petals of a Flower that dance as they fall to the water. They carelessly roll on the surface of the river and slip out of sight. But, no one will ever take away the dancing they’ve done.

Like Love given, taken it cannot be withdrawn.

It's uncontrolled, like the memories captured - never forgotten.

But Life must go on like the river-water seeking the distant bridge foregone

it must settle for the empty sky it cannot fill.

Although the Love that once was will always be,

constant conflict diminishes - the spark, and we forget what once was.

I pray you think of me and try to remember the rivers, the waters, the times.