Still Water

We are not what we think we are, the delusions of the mind ceases when we become aware of our own true spirit, then life flows as an endless joy of love..

The sun dims it's glimmering face on the surface of the still river water, 
The orange plays to the reflection of the sun silently, 
The runaway hooligan ponders gazing at the twinkling still water, 
As he stares up to the sky for a hint, 
The sun rays assaults the eyes merciless, 
Each pebble thrown into the still water, he disrupts the reflection, 
"Oh runaway hooligan, stop the ripples, you are not this," the heart spoke a language, 
He looks deeply into his own clear reflection on the surface of still water,

The delusion breaks in silence,
Now he is nameless, He whom was a runaway hooligan dives into the flowing river, 
Alike the water flows, He becomes the endless love...

Rishi Ratnam

Reviews

[Riddhi]

Wow... What a beautiful writing... I really liked the way you expressed your ideas... You carved your ideas with the help of beautiful words... I liked the flow of your poem and it's unique ability to never make the reader feel bored....
Keep on writing and thanks for sharing... Eager to read your next writing....
Take care..
Riddhi..