river of life

the river of life is dark,

to see what comes next

is not a possibility

(if it is, just tell me
where my mind would go,

and what it would think

in the next moment, because

the ability to think and act

is what I call human life, mostly.

to say the truth, I do not know

where it goes next –
not to speak of the unknowns,
in the larger scheme)

and to jump in the same river twice

too is not a possibility

neither the river nor you

are the same after the first

nor is drowning a possibility

in the river of life

you float to the surface

dead or alive

often more alive than dead,
or you got to be drowning
in the real rivers with rocks

in your pockets

while that is about jumping,

falling could be another story/

stories.

ps: again a thought that surfaced from some reading. And reminded of Virginia Woolf who drowned herself in the River Ouse, by putting rocks in her coat pockets, and may be a few others who have jumped or fallen in the real rivers, in the course of the flowing river of life - the many stories that remain in us to be told.

If I should be waiting to write something worthy, neatly and beautifully– I will be waiting with no end in sight….and thoughts just slip away- into oblivion. This definitely has many more aspects to think of, and that needs time. And about a preachy tone to it-not something I like; perhaps it's the muse, my Ambrosia, the one who comes and goes at her will, speaking for the first time. At this point, I really have no much time available for the refining or fine-tuning of words and verse. I hope to get some time for my own writing(s) in this life itself…more than this fast first drafts...because, afterlife is not something I dream of.

So let it all be here, for now. If somebody finds any correction/editing needed, please feel free to do as you read....or if found to be trash-worthy; just trash it! :)

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