Vital Rhythm






















Life flows on promises, imperfect and frail
Live-stream of unkept words trail
What urges us then? To live, love
Hopeless hope to find hope

Dreams beyond love, love beyond dreams
Entrapped life, evolution, creation’s intimate stream
The beginning of the end or the end of beginning
Love or death, keep wondering

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  1. Seena KarimbumkaraFebruary 14, 2012 at 11:06 PM

    You have got talent my dear..Keep writing..

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  2. ApoorvFebruary 17, 2012 at 1:43 AM

    Dreams beyond love, love beyond dreams

    Loved this line

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  3. JPFebruary 17, 2012 at 2:53 PM

    Wow, that was deep! Very nice Rajkamal

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