One sultry summer ...
At dusk...??
Oh wait !
Maybe, at dawn…
I hopscotched my way,
Clasping the moondust…
Oh, could it be sunshine ?
Nevermind,
I trudged from the doorstep to the barn...
I was blindfolded too,
Ridiculous !!!! say the naysayers.
But, what does one do ?
The bewildered soul,
Have senses a few.
And the path must be tread,
In ways old and new…
With a virginal trust so vain,
I let my one-legged self,
Into the dreadful darkness.
Did I invite myself to suffer ?
Will this serve enough,
As a reason,
To sin ?
How do I relinquish,
The need to torture ?
When whelmed by the mist,
How do I
Peek into myself ?
While the tempter
whispers lullabies,
How do I
resist the sedation ?
I sparsely pecked on my courage
Like a frail pigeon on a diet.
Trying neither to faint,
Nor seeking anyone
To hear my complaint.
I have heard stories though...
Of the mighty and the brave.
And their legacies so great,
Of fixing the bleeding heart.
So, when my anguish calls,
May I borrow the portion
that fixed their parts that are
still unfixed in me…?
May I have,
What they are having… ?
Alas ! maybe, I could convince myself...
To share the joy
And not pervade the loss...
To wear the martyrs crown
And cast away the cross…
Because, hope is such a sweet flavor...
To beat the aftertaste of strife
To digest the blow without haste
And to gather the pith from pain.
With an acute wanderlust for life,
I packed in all the forces I could...
And set off on another trudge
From the doorstep to the barn...
Not blindfolded this time...
Two legged, parched and scarred
Brought back to life...
Humbled, stronger...
And until another moment...
In the dawn or the dusk...
When the time stops in my orb,
There shall be a perpetual sequel
Of the journey, of a wiser soul
That relentlessly espied mirth from woe...
Because, what does one do?
When the path must be tread...
In ways old and new…
CCK
