Standing in the midst of undyed clouds, Handcrafted trees, draped komorebi, Concealed rays slammed the eyes.
A mystical stream caught hold of mine, Unblended little drops, pierced through me. Handful of water I fetched, sun & clouds Grinned like a cheshire cat.
With the needle-like brushes of mine, Sky & Sun, Rainbow & River, I weaved. A supernatural attire, equipped me for the world, Journey to the land of partitioned humans.
Unlighted hearts camouflaged under the glowing sun, Agony echoed from the endless walls, Snakes and ladders - people played, Not on boards, but on perplexed minds.
The sky grew darker, crystalline drops fell little far, Sky & Sun, Rainbow & River, all I inhaled once, Shattered the soul of me, to the ray of hope, all mine, Unfurled on the wabi sabi life, beauty of imperfections.
Under the routine rays of sun, A lime green leaf opened out its serving hands. The mystical tip of it dripped a few tears, Shattering the topsoil to sow the seeds, To serve the land and its following needs.
A childless bird intertwining the clouds, Picked the twigs from an immortal tree, Longing heart yet so near, made its nest On the aiding palm of the leaf.
A virtuous soul, little kid he is, Spotted a few macrolecithal eggs left behind, Handpicked them & sheltered in his heart, Until he found this nest amidst the leaves.
The bird, who went in pursuit of twigs, Arrived to the leaves and gazed at its cradle. Little eggs fractured the shelter, whose Nestlings sowed the seeds of delight, She's no more a childless bird, the cosmos realized.
The clouds poured down the tears of joy, Routine rays of sun now grew bigger, The little kid stared through his window, At the multiple rainbows which he sowed.
04/05/2021 Loopholes of heart. Dear Expectations, I am penning down this letter, anticipating that you will read this. You're a blessed sin to the little, yet a comprehensive mind of the oblivious soul. You have been dramatizing the accidental play till date with ease, and there are nearly zero flaws, merely no flaws in it. Yet, I don't find anything illicit in those little hearts, holding in them an imprint of yours every single second. I don't find any harm in that adorable little munchkin's heart, who awaits for his mother to come down to the earth and put him on her lap, singing the euphonious lullaby.
"Why don't you evade from the shades of this puzzling life?", I mean it. And everytime you expire from the tranquil heart I see you rejuvenating in a more finer version of yours. I ain't passing the bowl of failures and downfalls to you, inspite of knowing that you are the culinarian. You're a tailor-made outfit, and all I understood is "to dress up myself which suits me."
"Expectation kills", "Expect nothing" - Nah, I am sick, I am tired of these never ending chants. You're a blessed sin to the world of creatures, counting every step, in their journey towards the untold destination. Stay the same.
From G Rahul.
P.S : I knew that I am late in writing this. Yet, the mere expectation conquered the underlying spirits, with a hope that WN will look at this.
Beneath the boiling orange sphere, The sky was filled with the aroma of anxiety. It was the rush hour - roads packed with vehicles, With zero social spacing, as of like people. The breathing space was pervaded by the words, A few of distress and a very few of vexation, Conquered in the end by the sounds of horn.
The blow of siren approached the ears of people, From distant lands, multiplying the pulsation of hearts.
"The lament of an unknown, expressed out of agony Was crystal clear to the obstructed ears. The ignorance of the minds, with strains of viciousness, Hardly laid down the path for hospital wagon. The heavenly angel showed up, right before them, To take up the soul, which was inhaling the dying breath. "Never let this happen to anyone - again", Concluding words of the soul echoed all around."
Instantly, the blow of the wind, brought them back, To the world of reality, pinching the need of action.
The rugged hearts now turned into a comfy cushion. With the stream of compassion, flowing throughout the nerves - hospital wagon was put into the empty roads, To retrieve the soul of agony in no matter of time.
Visit your inner self daily That's the only sweet home. Pay a visit to your inner self, You will find your true self. You will realise your divinity.
Do not ignore nor scare of journeying to your sweet home. That's the only beautiful world Where you will find your worth. You will meet your forever friend That's you and you alone.
Sometimes you break down, crushed, torn apart and wounded. And at times you hide it; want to give up, put the mask of artificial smile.Try to alterate it. But that's not the end or way of solving it.
Be calm with your inner self like the ocean. Mend every scar one at a time. Do not be in hurry; Have patience always. Decorate with positive energy Embrace each crack of your sweet home.
Do not expect from the outer world A garland of comforting words First you have to visit your own sweet home Because only you are having the master key of it.
I am sure at least once you visit You will find the real treasure in sweet home. If not how would you allow others to enter in it? So it's your own responsibility to love, care and heal your inner self_the sweet home.
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