when strings like gossamer hold and entangle
in between the soul oscillates and dangles
to scot free from earth , to flee to astral
while getting the impeccable sprinkles of divine conjecture’
amidst the push and pull
with the force of centrifugal
churns the spirit
essence of evolution.
4 thoughts on “The process”
The spirit finds its force to revolutionize…the engine behind this poem creatively evoked 🙂
Ha ha! Sometimes anything just get created in seconds or else, it takes hours we are lost with words. Thanks Vishal
Yes so true…it can take us sometimes an entire day struggling with words…I keep writing on my iphone 🙂
ah ko chahiye ek umr asar hone tak
Kaun jeeta hai teri zulf ke sar hone tak
(My wish would take eons to materialise . I would be gone by the time you my love will be ready.) Ghalib. You have touched soul freeing Earth to be free. Beauty.