by Venkat

One word of our own
Makes thought shiver
In a pond as a stone thrown
Makes reflection quiver

Ripples of ambiguity
Felt as a feather in mind
On a surface of serenity
Distorted as on water to find

Add more words in speech
Now an array of stones
A reflection so, beyond reach
Where flesh becomes bones

Ripples now turn waves
A disillusion in every part
As it bleeds and craves
Ambiguity tears our heart


4 Comments to “Ambiguity”

  1. That words are ambiguous is both our blessing and our curse as poets . . .

  2. And your words flow to perfection 🙂

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