As I bloomed to the rays of fine morning sun
Rays of honey caressing me as I smiled in bright red
Sweet fragrance that wafted with each smile,
Stolen by an evening breeze into the twilight of love
A love so eternal that I smiled all I could
The sun shone on, fierce than its morning calm
Yet smile I did in full bloom, in bright red
I don’t know when I lost my smile
Was it with the fragrance I lost or the first petal that fell?
Yet the breeze kept coming for more
Even as twilight faded into the starry night
The sun shone, as the breeze kept seeking my smile
The fragrance that died and the smile that faded
On the ground amongst the scattered red petals
And all the while I thought I was special
What urged the creation in the first place?
An ugly child in a family of beautiful and handsome…
A dimwit in a class full of brilliants…
An unwanted ‘thing’ in the frame…
Yes it is very much a part of the picture… very much a part of you…but what if it is growing into you more than yourself?
Medical science refers to it as a cancer….
We could call this a mental cancer...
It needs removal… radiation and chemotherapy… a battle against our very own…
We would want to ensure that not a single cell remains lest it manifests into a greater cancer at a later point.
We try and we try and then one day we die… and that part of us we fought… we don’t know if it still is a part…
The misfit rambled on, embracing the frames he is already a part of…walking on to be part of more frames that he has not planned to be part of…
The Gods had no answer to his questions...neither in the delicate peal of a thunder, nor in the silent brillance of a lightning. They all had a knowing smile. They were too experienced to bother and worry about the misfit and his complaints. There sure was another misfit awaiting him somewhere in this whole wide beauty called creation… The other part that would make his picture perfect
Time stealing our precious laughs and drying our silent tears, as we stare into the unknown.
Little do we know what went wrong !
Technicolor dreams fading into black and white...
And we, left clueless...not knowing what went wrong !
thrown into the back of a truck of memories and driven back into time…
I see a child in time, unknown of his purpose in life – happy nevertheless, smiling at the world around and planting his fair share of joy.
The child grows on the wings of expectation – never entirely his own...
His friends, his family, his society … all have their fair say in it, but then it is ‘his life’.
Time rambles along, and so does his life…
No longer a child in time, still pretty unknown is his purpose in life – not as happy as he were before…his heart doesn't smile anymore…
Oh take me back wheels of time… take me back…a child in time - just so I can smile
They were strewn down the stairs, vulnerable to the crushing by the feet of fate.
Yet they happily adorned the stairs with a smile, fearless of tomorrow, living their moment.
In those flowers, I smelt the fragrance of unending care.
It was sheer instinct that made me pick one up - a flower so tender, a flower so fragrant with love.
She smiled when I offered it to her. The smile of the flower faded in compare.
As the fingers that received it wrapped gently around its bruised petals, I felt the gentle touch of care.
Summer and spring are stepping down and the gentle zephyr of autumn is doing it rounds, leaving the tree threadbare before the reality of winter stings with its cruel chill.
The fragrance of her smile lingers… beyond this life... and the tree awaits another summer and spring to smile in the fragrance of a flower.