In pursuit of the vanishing mirage

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Deeply entwined within

the flow of time,

is the inherent need to

discover oneself and define. 

The incessant chatter

along the way beguiles.

What matters most isn’t always

visible in bright sunlight;

the nook, the cranny, the tiny

crevice in deep a ravine,

goes unnoticed, unsung --

remains a mystery undefined.

The burst of fervour that is

named life: in its many swathing

folds, truth abidingly resides.

The search continues

through darkness and light,

sometimes it evades,

other times it is in plain sight.

Yet is distracts and hides,

making the quest for it

a challenge some days, but

often just pure delight.    

 ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap

 

Comments

Dr.Pragya Mathur said…
Beautiful....as always.
27 September 2020 at 00:25
Suverchala said…
Thank you Dr. Pragya Mathur. Glad you enjoyed it.
5 October 2020 at 10:23
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