Thursday, September 29, 2011

the cup brims over...

He thought he grasped exactly what it meant really,
When the cup of mind brims over...
He thought he had experienced that feeling before even... registered somewhere in his hotspot of cranium...
The feeling of the cup brimming over and overflowing...
Inundating all and sundry,
Flooding him and her,
Flooding his books and pencils and keyboards...
Flooding his walks and runs and rides...
Flooding the streets and the roads traveled and yet to be traversed!

The feeling of the cup of mind getting filled and emptied by default!
It overcame him...
It came over him like silent dream...
It came over his solitary existence like slokas chanted by the priest...
It came pouring like the Great Inundation!


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