fluttering words

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words are the seeds
that fruit into thoughts,
into feelings at times

a tree doesn’t care much
if its seeds fall into the sea
or into fertile ground
or if either of them speaks the truth
when it is listening

its joy is in giving
and when the time is ripe
it spreads them with a smile
oh far and wide

but yes, sometimes
silences can do that too
in divine existence, between two souls
ah those perfectly timed silences
only free flow!

as a part of poetic dialogue and in response to – 

What’s the use of words
when words are-
a dead weight,
soulless creation
far from real,
close to fake!
Just a way
to spread your plague
you delusional thoughts,
what’s the use of seeing
when your mind is closed!

What’s the use of words
when people are deaf,
and everything you say
turns to dust
before reaching them,
it decays!
Just wasted breaths
wasted parts of life,
what’s the use of words
when what you say…
it’s not true at all!


august rain

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fall like rain
nourishing the seeds
of what is yet to come