flows like a river
carrying special moments
Being silent witnesses—
we look and
we embrace
those fleeting moments
I reflect in awe—
how minds think,
how they flow along
the currents
or against them
My flow—
rather unconventional
away from the ordinary
sans pretence,
sans impressions,
out of the orbit
Yet—
I ponder the discrepancy—
how we cycle back
to what we were
rather than looking beyond
We look at the pond
that keeps reflecting
the same moon
I throw a pebble
and turn around