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!
