Poems by Harvinder – Collection 3
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Harvinder Kaur | Dec 02, 2009
Searchless
I went searching for
Life’s deep moments
in the whirlpool of a passed past.
I was a fool, or maybe just young.
…As if,
they come by searching
or even wishing …
They come, because they just come.
Like tripping over
on an oyster pearl
suddenly,
sans the struggle, or
the panting desire to have.
Of course, you have to be in the ocean.
Holding unto Light
I wanted to hold
The sunbeams in my hand,
To clasp them tight,
And pack them away
In the old school-bag…
… the sun beams of sunny days.
But, of course, the sun set
As the sun always sets.
Only,
It left its warmth with me,
Till the moon rose
To give a cool, comforting embrace.
Light comes in different forms.
Harvinder Kaur is a writer and educator, currently heading an international school in Mumbai.
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