Hold up
Drop down?
The pencil stream,
Bears an abundant crown 👑. The ice and reserve
Melting and flowing.
The pebbles and stones
Lay shining, glowing.
What is it, if isn’t life?
Flowing to meet some sea?
It does, by not being it.
By mixing itself, into a river of fantasy
with a ride to the ocean,
that’s where the stream was meant to be.
Who said the should be’s about the fate,?
And preached incompleteness to the one who stays.
To the pencil stream who laid down the race.
Not because it has pioneered a way through the jungle,
But may be because it’s kinda done,
From The climaxes of the stage.! So lovely to hear the cheering,
As the bushes said more and faster,
The pencil stream already ran it’s ride of should be’s,
And knew that it wasn’t the mixing with the sea,
That it was very keen there after.
The stage always remains a muse.
To the ones on it and the ones looking at it.
All the delusion of grandeur,
Aided by the sparkling robes and layers,
Craving for appreciation and applause.
For this was that gathering for those who made it to the sea,
And the pencil stream was amongst the others, who have lived their “cause”. Bustling faces of the near perfect lives
that crawled one of those many nights.
The pencil stream, in a corner with some false wannabe admirers,
Couldn’t take anymore, this plight.
Of anything but it.
The pencil stream,
Took the flight.
And since then,
It mattered no more,
If the on goers cheered or called it insane.
The pencil stream chose to pour.
And went down to the dry patch in the clearing,
To water it and make it alright.
The grass that came up here,
Gave birth and sustained lives.
This must be the cause,
Thought the pencil stream,
And soon the life flourished
And now it would sustain.
For the pencil stream diverted a branch,
To look after this show,
For the water was enough now
To do something right
And still be able to flow.
And it did like this and many more,
Drenching thirst,
Doing many firsts.
Starving itself, only to know,
It was losing existence,
only to create itself.
She was the stream,
She was the river,
Reminded
of the seat in “that ” show,
She was the sea,
She was the Snow.