The Puddle

A sparkle catches my eyes
I stare hard at the glow
Just to find nothingness
For it’s just a mere reflection

On some remote street light
In a puddle so dirty
Stagnated oh! Just so fine
After a warm afternoon rain

But why does a nothing
Catch my attention
Me who is all so busy
Not interested in much

Why am I so keen to stare?
Why am I so captivated?
Why do I feel warmth?
Light glittering in the puddle

Is it because of the glow?
Is it because I see a flow?
A flow to take me places
Places I’ve never been before

Or is it just an illusion?
That I’ve longed for so much
Or is it just my weakness?
My dream for a better brightness

Or better still I think
It must be the warm rain
That came down to wash
All fears and tears away

The rain that cleared all
Obscured Beauty revealed
A puddle that is left behind
The only thing that I now feel

Whatever that all was
Without or with a meaning
A look at it just fulfilled
My longing for something

A something that I’m yet to find
Will anything end my search?
Is it a futuristic spiritual quest?
Or a journey into the past!

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