It is March,
The month of her Spring,
When a soothing cold breeze…
Whiffs away the demons within.
It is March,
The season of her smile,
When every flower beckons at her with…
A promise divine.
It is March,
The return of her being,
When gushing daisies…..
Rustle and bespeak perforce,
Words of true love.
It is March,
The echo of her soul,
When valleys smile…
Enamoured by her will,
And demure persistence.
— Shalini.
To participate or to be the witness
To see the change or be the change
To envision the spectrum or to let it be white
To let the clouds rain or to wait for thunder
To paint some shreds or to color the whole canvas
To devour all the fragrance or to inhale just what feels right
To accept the reality or meander among dreamy landscape
To know when to stop or to keep moving with panache
To be content with whatever you have or to hanker after what seems alluring
What matters more…
To be as you are
Or to emulate
A seemingly brighter star.
Will we ever know what it takes
To maintain our sanctum
Will we ever know how far the horizon is
And from whence this hum
When we had it all,
We had no clue
Whilst we gave it away
We realised what was due
Were we normal then
Or is this the reality
We longed to be home
Amidst some sanity
Now that the world has shrunk
And shields itself in masks
We suddenly want to ride all waves
Claiming to achieve impossible tasks
Oh! Is the the end
Or the heralding of a new world
Is this what we fathomed
Of how fate swirled
All of a sudden
Flashes of days begone
Of mirthful glee return
In waves and flashes
The sojourn within has just begun.
Time and again, rummaging through the deepest sore
Yearning for tomorrow, you have destinies galore….
You strive forever, distancing from the crowd
To focus more on the fight, to uncover the shroud.
It is here, it is now;
As you witness the surmounting waves
Your one last chance remains……
Just this one ride, this exodus from the past
Astonished you will be
At how much of you sails…..
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