Threads of time...

What seed does pain hides in
What nourishment it thrives on
For it cease to diminish at all
Surfacing un-noticed now n then
Traversing from past to present
And looming large on future
Like eternal Ganges it flows
Sweeping and disolving
all that comes under its flow
Where does it resides in
Heart, mind or one's soul
Like an embedded mole
Oh treacherous,torcherous
Shadow of divine soul
You are neither thee nor me
Your bondage I abhore
Just keep away from this mould !!

Labels: Hideous Pain.