World of Words II: The Life Goes On

For now it knows that, for wind that blows, not every valley is a source. There are valleys that give and others that take and ones that only consume.



A river that flows will forever flow. It’ll pass by boulders, flowers, ruins, and snow. It’ll gush through rocks bypassing them and row through fields only to nurture what grows. It’ll splash and sputter and be held in brooks. Yet as leased it’ll continue to nourish till due. It’ll be added to and given through. Its burdens will evaporate and get back as rain. And sometimes will freeze, till they’re no longer ceased, and it snows again. It’ll learn. It’ll continue to give its all, only in definite routes. For now it knows that, for wind that blows, not every valley is a source. There are valleys that give and others that take and ones that only consume. But that shouldn’t stop how it flows, nor hinder who its passes by in fields or how it ambitiously rows. It’ll only suffice the variables that arise in life as it connects all the routes. And learn that life goes on despite of loss as long as it is not you who you lose. The life goes on Irrespective of whom left or whom stayed

The lies behind the seas untold Are ones that caught us all arrayed

The ones that have forever stayed In our minds have never left

Even though in our minds they have a place As valid yet dismissed

They might’ve crossed our path and stayed Or left as they would leave Yet only come, for times to come, Light up the current eve Roles ended as fulfilled –

Life layered, only then, You’d know what was meant was set-

Whether we, in their lives, are a hint- A transition in state- Or a rendition of fate effaced Where such stories are made

In yours you see the picture drawn Dimensions might be vague

In theirs, similarly, it forms- Impatience only raids