The Brahmaputra

The River

I.

The vagaries of nature

Rise and ebb and flooding of the river

Both protects and plays. Feeds and fools.

Myriad are its tentacles

The mighty can play, the weak shall run

A big serpent lies in the fog.

A big serpent lies in the fog.

Calm on the surface, vicious underneath

The cold is ominous, spells and visions

The island is a multitudinous entity

Nature is a plethora of varieties

Of flora and fauna and visual delight

The river is the mother and nourisher

The river is the beginning and end. 

II.

Finding the path of least resistance

Is no compromise on purpose and thrust

Might and momentum are measured

Against circumstances and obstacles

When you find a way, you do not REACH

Your surge ahead and carry on

You see, till we all meet that vast, still ocean, 

We are all just flows of energy

Merely fighting our currents with

The tides of life and time

III.

There is a stillness about everything here

The trees watched us work, towering overhead

The mighty river flowed serenely by

With its streams making silent inroads

The night sky and stars, of course,

Heralding the close of our frenetic day

Watched us buzzing around before sleep

Only Man's objects had an embodied energy

and a promise of possible activity

Even people themselves were curiously silent

Stupor? or just dazed surprise at our purposive action

We were fine, relaxed, but there were many of us

Our industry was loud, and brief as it was

I think our trip had the effect 

Of a small pebble dropped

In these flowing, remote waters

December 2005