March…

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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.

It is easy…

It is so easy to be kind

And so difficult to be cruel

So easy to smile

And so difficult to frown

It definitely is easier

To understand

And much too difficult to be oblivious

If such easiness flows within you

And nurtures your soul

Then come what may

Humanity is your only goal.

© Shalini

Reunion….

It is the same song…

The same breath…..

That still lingers.

 

Words don’t come,

As they shake hands.

No smile floats….

Only a nonchalant nod.

 

Yes, I knew,

Who you were.

This new you

Vexes me…..her eyes say.

 

I know this…….

This crease on your forehead,

I know of every curve here

But this strangeness in your eyes…

This vexes me…..

She says.

 

Relax……his smile says.

 

She gives him time

To explain…….

And when he has,

She wonders of the

Mountain of memories

Embedded in her heart

Should she let it stay

Or let his presence sway

The very base of it……

 

He cannot wait, he says.

And she has her answer clear.

She carries the mountain once again

And drifts off,

Before he can say Good-bye.

 

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