Parallel Paradox

Another freely written piece drafted on a rainy sunday afternoon as I became entranced by the soft drizzle. This reverie spawned in me yet another insight into the parallels and paradoxes of life.

Pitter-patter

Drowns out the chatter,

Tuning me into what’s really the matter.

 

The multitude of thoughts float about,

Dwindling.

I zone out,

Fading…

 

Drip Drop

Gaze locked.

Entranced by the faint sound

Of water touching ground,

As I am summoned back into the profound.

 

Plunging once again

Into that familiar reverie

Where I connect to that I call me

 

Here, I lose myself.

To the beat of the drizzle,

The enchantment of each ripple

Recognizing something in the soft rain,

That I am fated to just the same

 

As a droplet

Falls,

Inescapably.

 At the whims of gravity

 

As am I

Destined,

Inevitably.

 

So I plummet.

Attracted,

Drawn

Towards the summit.

 

And in the instant

Of ultimate contact

I am dissolved and entangled,

Simultaneously.

 

Both

Lost and found

In a puddle,

Intimately.

Author's Note

The photo was taken by myself, that rainy sunday afternoon when i first perceived the insights loaded into the poem. Taken in Bonifacio Highstreet. :p

Reviews

[RayXor]

very nicely done !

[peculiar]

Thank you!