Since now i have learnt many movements
but still i dont know to which movement i can subscribe to
a bit perplexed here

Gitanjali

        I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement
        The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through stony obstacles and rushes on.
        My heart longs to join thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

--RABINDRANATH TAGORE 

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when time moves on, our priorities change.
people always say "friendship remains the same.
where ever they go, they will remain friends for ever.."
but i cannot agree with that...

if a person merges with the busy life and forgetting all the old tales,
i cannot call the relationship a pure zeal of friendship.
often friendship never relays on distance, if two people are "friends".
it depends on how seriously that person takes the relationship.
people often forget yesterdays. they hunt for new friends when they get bored with the old allies..
when they realize and come back, we can call it a real friendship.
if not, its fake...

heading for the hills

Droplets falling from heaven
My thoughts are heading for the hills
They have come to a halt at my childhood
Oh, that's a sudden stop.

Woven by my brother, childhood was the prettiest time
Butterflying with him was my best loved pastime
Hunting for new places always resulted in the same stamping ground.
But river always fascinated me with her cuddling ways
She offered me her petals of water.

To make me happy, brother flipped little waves; springing as colored images.
Tiny sprinkles touching my innocent cheeks,
gave me breezy essence
Imprinting in my mind those sparkling drops,
formed the shape of waning crescent.

My little skirt hugged the wavy rhythm of life
Swaying like a flower who was thrown up by the breeze,
I grabbed the hands of my brother
and walked through the itinerary of happiness.

Mind as well as body suffused in the chillness of age
I lost my sense somewhere between the pebbles
Regaining it, i stood at the bank of memories
Staring at the black and white memories flowing through the river
I found that nothing was left
Petrified in the years of grief, i dropped off my innocence
And merged with the rest
Fleeing with time those tiny waves waved goodbye to me forever...

p.s: a poem based on the below given picture,written for writers' forum contest. got inspiration from this picture,because water always tempts me.