The sun flows through wedge
Among trees on the hill top.
The giant glow- worm.
The loss of dear ones
Between advaita and me;
Does living enthrall?
In your eyes for ever
A dropp of solitude smiles!
Wrinkles and grayness.
My thoughtfulness is
No source to your ‘sourcefulness’.
Moth mating with lamp.
Scattering thoughts, pain,
Your lifeless anxiety;
Cooing dove in nest.
Sadness plays a note;
My eyelids twitch and release
Perennial anguish.
Amidst all life gleams
When the sun glows in the east.
Nothingness doesn’t move.
Raveendran N.V.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glow-4/
