Be Aware Of The Invisible Hand

Voice of the river

From the cliff of the mountain roaming through the jungle telling numerous tell,listen the voice of the river

Moving slowly with grief of detachment when it comes down from the cliff like a new born baby who cry with fear when it is taken away from her mother

Its stream are cuddled in the womb of mountain,reluctant to go but destiny is bound to happen.It has to fall it has to fall to rise again

It moves slowly reluctantly unknowingly that it will fall and be known as spring.But destiny is written that it has to fall.

It yells with roaring noise when it falls that sound may be pleasant to those who adore it but it is sound of fear of grief of anger of detachment from affectionate womb of mother.

O visitor enjoying the picturesque fall do you hear the pain, just listen,listen to the voice of the river

O man don't you see the calmness when you visit the river bank.The silence the stillness it has got after wandering here and there like a galloping deer loses its hope when it is striked under its predator paw.Listen the helpless hopeless voice of the river

Do you feel the cool wind it is nothing but call of a bedridden old man who has lost his warmth and agility but it has to flow

It has to flow irrespective of conditions adverse or favourable because it has to meet its destiny.O man listen the grief ridden voice of the river

Now the time came,the time came to get submerged into its beloved soul leaving behind all its sorrow, grief despair vices virtue love and affection for the world to remember

O man have you listened the true voice of the river

-ASIF-

POETRY

"When you love some one love with such a passion that your words make mark on her heart, your touch make marks on her soul so deeply that thousands year from now that mark remains and she yearns for that love till time immemorial".

— by  ASIF

" Grief of a Soul".

Irony Of Having Trust Is That It Gets Broken

It does not matter how scorching and strong the Sun is.A blow of gentle cool wind is enough to bring new Hope

State of Peace Passes through Path of Chaos

POETIC SOCIETY

Typing error:manifestation,not msnifestation

Life is how we see it

Man in the wood :it is hard to go there is shrubs and bushes thorns and pebbls

Wood : I am providing you canopy of shades protecting you from scorching sun

Man in the desert: it is hard to go there is scorching sun no shade.

Desert : Do n't looose heart i am giving you endurance and resillience.

Man on the land: it is hard to go path is bumpy full of mud and dust

Land: O sweet lad i am providing softness to your legs, cool wind beautiful scenery.

Man in the sea: It is hard to go tides are high sea is vast and lonely ness all around

Sea: O man can't you admire cool gentle winds, singing of albatross, dancing of fish

Poetic Society

Enchanted Forest Queensland, Australia Photograph: Kevin De Vree