The Stream that flows..

Wrapt little secrets of hearts undiscovered,
Vanish eroded by time’s delicate poison unending
Once in while, a profound silence is recovered,
A divine force, beyond and beneath growing;

 
All the contours in time’s laughter are swallowed
Into an ineffable void within;
Nothing subsists, until all rains are washed into oceans,
till
All is forgiven and forgotten,
Only the stream still remembers
The persistence of disintegration of time,
Because
The stream that flows only bends,
Neither turns nor returns…..