Endless stretches of sand,
And cold chilly gusts of wind,
Blowing the grains from here to there....
That describes the innermost core of the heart!
A sudden numbness seizes the arteries...
The blood congeals and a stinging pain!
Oh, the loss of that warmth of sunshine!
The burning fire and zeal of youth!
Shall I end it with a note of hope...?
Of reclamation, redemption, of resurrection?
The oasis stands in the distance
Cloaked in the semblance of relief!!
Love can do miracles...
You plant a seed, water it, nurture
And suddenly... Love blossoms!
A beautiful thought, well-cherished,
Finds expression in words... Love is born!
A haunting tune caressing your mind,
As a song gushes out... Love finds flight!
A half-formed image in a morning dream,
Suddenly becomes a reality...Love finds home!
What's in love that's not Creation?
What's in love that's not a part of us!
The tingling sensation of betrayal
That never lets you sleep....
A single nerve throbs on the temple....
And a churning ache in the stomach!
A fuming rage that oppresses the brain-
The lies, told and untold,
That take a monstrous shape....
Will the Phoenix rise again from its own ashes?
Can it transform itself into a dove?
The world witnesses the burning of the bird....
But resurrection is a myth, much awaited!
The vase that I kept on the shelf...
With so much care, such love
Fell on the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces...
Each piece tells a different story, a different life..
Alas! There's no Mary Poppins
To whirl the umbrella and fix it!!
Fix it as before!! Is it possible??
Old friendships, old relationships...
Are they existing in those pieces?
One by one each piece shall be picked up:
Now the question remains.....
Is fixing worth it?
Or should the pieces go down the gutter....
Memories, pleasant or otherwise
Never bring happiness!!
Still we live, with pieces of life...
Perhaps collected in a jumble, wrapped in a cloth...
Willing to discard, yet clinging to those hapless bits.
Life is all about fixing...!! Or, unfixing, perhaps!
No matter how much you crush me,
Trample on my confidence,
Burn my self respect and get contented...
I will survive and hold my head high...
With useless pride for what I am,
What I was, what I could have been,
If my world was different...
Suppose in another universe,
Another plane of existence,
I have done what I can dream about...
Another me has already achieved all
The useless things that I falsely pride on...
With that satisfaction I will gather the crumbled pieces,
Pick each one, glue it, stick it and restore.. Myself!
And the world will smile again,
Sing with me, and join me in my revelry!
The soul cannot be chained...
Free as a bird will it fly... Higher and beyond!
Oh Solitude, you are so sweet!!
The balm of a tired soul,
The companion of a word-worn mind....
You heal best...
You love the most...
And the mind, once free of thoughts, can breathe....
Lonely amidst the crowd,
Torn and wounded in arguments,
The heart flutters to escape.....
To escape and hide in a place
Unseen and unknown and forgotten!
Then oh Solitude, you embrace and soothe...
You collect the thoughts, suspend them
And calmness descends on the mind...
The muscles ease, the veins throb no longer...
Silence is music to the ears!
Time, you were plenty in childhood.
I could close my fist and have you in it,
Forever for me, forever under my control!
Time, you were in your high spirits
In my youth, I could carry you on my shoulders,
And you will run with me
As a friend, always beside me!
Time, in my middle age,
Overworked, overburdened, I plead
With you to take me with you,
Yet you elude, evade and run
Ahead of me, I cannot keep pace.
In my old age, Time, will you sit with me
And have a cup of coffee?
We will talk our hearts out,
Blame each other, and love each other,
Like old mates...
You will hold my hand and take me on a ride
Through faded, half- forgotten alleys.
We will laugh, we will cry...together!
Time, I will have you then forever...
Forever as mine!!
