The ‘reason’ of feeling?
The ‘logic’ of the heart?
Boiling blood, shivering screams
What on earth is all this about?
Perhaps, the flowering of feeling
Through harmonies of the heart
From the minds cell of dark
Birth bursts of light
At the eve of dawn
The song of the birds give flight
To the hearts eyes.
But at the eve of the river
My joints begin to tremble and quiver
Moving against the beat
To force the slow
Resisting its pull,
Its current and flow
Hovering at the humming edge
In the fear of letting go, of it all
Scrambling through a belly of invisible shawls
Gasping to free fall
© Sukhwinder Flora
No copying or publishing without my written consent
Poem written in 2006, when i was struggling to cope with major changes in my life.