Transience

A flutter, a glimmer, invisible,
Ephemeral, fleeting, passing,
Returning, swiveling,
Within, stealthily bubbling up to the parched throat,
Coaxed down, and then gone.

Movement, of the fluid kinds,
Tremulous, excited, vibrating….
Pretentious, difficult—extremely.

Indecisive, the transience, watching from distance,
Bucketed in some corner, hoping to be forgotten,
Reminding, it flies back, a violent trigger,
Turning obsessive, succumbing.

Concealed, tenderly wrapped,
In tendrils of thought, thoughtless,
Gentle, mellow, pleasantly benevolent,
Is the gripping enchantment of the Transience.

A new horizon, sanctuary,
Discovered, and preserved,
Oasis, of impossible possibility,
A mild stupor.

Poaching, Baiting, targeting,
Without purpose, sense or maturity,
Building up on all the nonsense,
To oneself, smiling.

Sleep-starved eyes, looking to the hills,
Where the deer prance about,
Illuminated, the beautiful meadow,
To developing transience, is home.

It has to go, find another soul,
When this one, outgrows,
When understanding uncomfortably dawns,
It shall evaporate, the Transience.

Flirting with emotion, connecting and disconnecting,
Bumbling along, dancing a trifle,
To music, that only you can hear,
Because it's melodies are invisible.....

Ageing, the transience shall fade,
Leaking,…but until it lasts,
Soul shall thrill to what is trivial,
And shall miss it, when it’s gone.

Open your eye, taste the flavor,
Understand—or don’t.
Let it be, let it go,
Clarity might dawn to sweet incoherence......


10:07 p.m. 25th may 2010.