The gushing water had no answer from the improbable wall
It kept thinking, I am to be stopped
I would be stopped, I have been ever
The old leaky Surkhi has a way of stopping me. . .
Beginning its misty journey somewhere around the slopes of Sivagiri
Soothing itself in the tranquil cadence
Philosophizing through the caged zoos
The long arduous journey ahead.
Somewhere the surkhi lime has a way of stopping it, couple of hi’s
Eastward ho! Is then the journey
Calmly through the caving tunnels
Till promised sea of Arabia; peace with thine forefathers
So began the journey, exchanging pleasantries with animals or two
Joining hands with its dear was part of the idea
This was no different
So began the journey
The friend below had been a bit upset lately, some mild sneeze and couple of coughs
The friend must take some rest
Turning on its own forever is not a great idea;
The friend below was now taking it easy and the calm was a good excuse for a sleep.
The upsurge in its way is not uncommon, though this was a bit surprising
The sudden fit of the friend has wakened it from a soothing dream
The speed was catching up
The sight was blurring down
The surkhi lime is approaching fast, and it wondered about saying ’hi’
The friend below, it wondered, had got into a bad mood
Nor could it understand why the surkhi is growing down
May be the surkhi is playing its old leaking jokes. . .
The force was untenable, its thoughts blank
The sound was bludgeoning
It desperately tried stopping itself
The forefathers are waiting, as it desperately sought its old leaking pal Surkhi
The gushing water had no answer from the improbable wall
It kept thinking, I am to be stopped
I would be stopped, I have been ever
The old leaky Surkhi has a way of stopping me. . .
Aravindan
