Sometimes you cross paths with a river,
That you know you were destined to meet.
If only for a few moments of your life,
You had to be one with its lazy stream.
That electric blue kingfisher, that you saw perched upon a lonesome tree,
And the soaring eagles tell you, this is where you’re meant to be.
Bird calls and waterfalls, sounds of the river feel like your song,
Being born in the crowd, need not mean that’s where you belong.
Allow yourself to stop rowing, surrender your oars for a while,
Let yourself drift with the river, trusting it to choose the mile.
Then someday, once again, when life gets too busy,
When your soul cries for peace, trapped by the noise of speed…
Once more you’ll go looking, for that river that never sleeps,
Then your paths may cross again, meandering through life’s busy streets!!
Sunset Effect - Nitya Satyani 