The River,,,

The silent river; tranquil,, serene,,, unperturbed by the ambience, unperturbed by the fact that someone sits on its side; as serene, as quiet, as calm as its own self but embroiled in her own quandary, her own thoughts, her own anguish,,,,
Someone like its own surface; seemingly steady and placid ,,,but so vulnerable to turbulence,,,, one little pebble: and this silence is broken, this order, this acceptance of familiarity, of steadiness,,,, all of it is lost,,,

This little undulation transforms into a giant wave, carrying away with it all the serenity, all the calm,,, leaving behind a turmoiled existence,,,,,
A miniscule mentation, infracting the peace, the joy, the happiness,,,,
A placid life encumbered by desires, agonies, expectations;

All that now remains is to curb the wave, to curb her desires, to remain in this real realm,,,,
The realm of Reality, of Truth, of Accepting things as they come,,, of accepting joys,,, of accepting pains,,, of accepting neglect,,,,, of accepting denials ,,, of accepting acceptances
Designing itself to resist this pebble, the pain inflicted by it, breaking free of the control that it has , the thoughts, this pain, those fragments of words,,,,
Attaining its own serene , unperturbed , unscathed self once again,,,,
And For other souls to sit beside it and yet again envy - its placidity, its calm, its endurance