Serendipity
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Words
Are at times just that
Meaningless
They cannot fill
That aching darkness
That vortex in your middle
All the light gets drawn in
And you stand
Bereft
There’s nothing
You know that
You are as alone
As when you entered
Yet dragging on is
The order of the day
And little comfort it is
To see others creep crawl walk run
Existence is
Pretty boring
At times
And yet you live
For those moments
When the sun breaks through
Awed by the beauty of the sight
Moments of serendipity
When the world and you
Work together in unison
And you realise the speck that you are
Have that place in the sands
Which continue
To sift, move
And at that moment
Nothing else matters.
30.12.2017
©Vineetha Mekkoth
An engaging,insightful and contemplative work.
Thank you very much, sir
An exquisite, genuine,introspective poem.
Your kind comment is an honour for me. Thank you, sir
Made me go into a brown study – sublime !
What more does a poet need! Thank you, ma’am 🙂
Words used to an efficacious effect great work.
Thank you, Sameer for your kind words