How Do We Know?
How Do We Know?
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How do we know, the path
we trace through our life,
the one forlorn and yet at times,
accompanied.
How do we know, our endeavor,
the gush of a stream of life,
the one which cascades and chatter
to a pool of stagnant thoughts,
or of meditative calm.
How do we know, the real,
the unreal and the dream like;
we let them paint tales
for us to craft a diary
labelled with scribbled marks.
How do we know, our journey
in this uncharted riverine loops?
How do we know that the paper boats
of memories lasts with fine rosette petals?
We smear them with musk
and dream of a lasting faint scent,
the one which etches our life.
_ lulu prasad thayyil
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