until the showers came, i knew not of the countless ripples on the stillness of the lake, each running in concentric circles against the outward pushing circles of those around.
and when the rain intensified, i saw the ripples dancing into a frenzy and pushing themselves harder against one another, harder against one another...
and you said: only the drop not with the ripples know the depth and spread of the lake.
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The state you are in, the state you are in...
P. Ramante oru kavitha orthu poyi aadyathe line vaayichappol:
'Aazhame ninte kathalilengum meenukall kothu vela cheyyunnu..."
KPJ Maa'm had called each drops of the rain falling in the water; crown!
i remember reading KPJ madam's poem, not P. Raman's...
it was just a thought that tinkled when it rained and i was drenched walking past a large public pond close to my home this morning. the thought remains unsaid: of the turmoil of living on the surface, of how we keep pushing into one another always trying to assert ourselves on the others and of how only through a kind of transmutation intensifying by degrees one starts seeing what is happening. i hope to work on this piece a little later.
This is water clebrating water, the stillness welcoming movement.
I like the visual it evokes.
"stillness welcoming movement." nice expression...
i am nowadays writing without a purpose. i have a vague feeling some of these are part of something sequential. one has to string them together some day identifying what their pattern is.
wow... this is ethereal... amazing description of something which is like routine to everyone around...
wonderfully visualized. Loved the depth in your words in all your works :)
thank you, Charu! thank you, Sorcy!
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