Tributaries

Tributaries.... I am a tributary of the sky.... Why .... As a blind being..... Sheathing skin, flesh and blood..... If I am the tributary, For drenching the stepping stone... On to the heights, And fall as tragic feathers wavering, Fron the non-sticky french windows.... The one eyed crow sitting in the murky shades , With reminiscences of the sprinkling lost, Dawns of a time of timeless synthesis..... I am a tributary, Why, In myths or pastoral epics, Discarding roller coaster thoughts..... I am The tributary, I,the silence Speaks ,not as an efficient practitoner, It's all for, The resurrecting skys , Ending the futility of the tributaries I am The tributary, Peeping lights of wisdom Glorifying the regained sky..... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala, India.