I do not want to abort my words now…
Let them remain pregnant
and deliver when due.
Stray thoughts of every hue
Skimmed the surface
even while budding
and skipped the queue…
Now, well past youthful exuberance
no longer long for instant utterance..
Picking threads was then never an ease of effort…
Blows and bruises have balmed the gushes
and softened the onrushes
I have now checked the mad rushes…
My content in thoughts remain filtered, retained for long…
I let them be…they are safe where they are…
Thoughts too need shelter…
You need a drought before a rousing rainfall….

Ravi.S.Ranganathan 6.7.15

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