Saturday, February 10, 2007

With rocks, you never can tell.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Solid and unobtrusive,
a brooding, hulking presence,
over the horizon.

yet a cold rock may
Hide within itself,
a fire.
On eruption it consumes
All in it’s wake,

leaving behind
devastation and
burnt land.

With rocks, you never can tell.

Sometimes, an angel hides
inside a rock,
Waiting for
a sculptor's probing gaze
to release
his trapped soul.

With rocks, you never can tell.

5 comments:

AmitMakwana said...

quite true!
u seem to be born artist from within!
lovely poem!

Quicksilver! said...

This is a very thoughtful and thought-provoking poem and well-done on such a fine piece of work.

You are certainly enhancing your writing repertoire, experimenting with so many various thoughts and styles. Which is a real treat for readers like me, who love and follow your work :)

suniti said...

Thank you amit.

Quicksilver, glad you like :)

-s

Anonymous said...

brilliant poem!!!!!!!



Ajita

Poonam Joshi said...

lovely poem...I think this is one of my favourites from ur collection....thought provoking indeed.....I have so much to learn from you!!!! :)