Pain and its gain

 

Charred , shredded, scattered

pieces of love,

The heart would always retain them

and discard them not,

even if they cut and lacerate,

Because even though broken,

they still reflect its soul,

Like Phoenix they will flower,

The raging fires of hate,

anger and fears will scorch them,

But the crop of love

will rise from the ashes.

 

A heart would be no heart

if not for its essential core—love,

The latter might be broken

and shredded to pieces,

But it’ll triumph

and rise from fury and fire

to smile with refreshed ‘love’.  

Walking in a dark cave

 

There are times when

your heart gets shrunk,

wrung dry

and dejuiced by pain.

It becomes small

and darkness swallows it.

Accept it.

Fight it

and darkness becomes a demon.

Accept it.

Allow it to squeeze you more.

All this breaking

is in fact making,

It will push you

to the breaking limit,

You have to stop it

just a step before that

with your faith in life,

It’ll hold you in its womb,--

in that creative pitch black cocoon,

And deliver you,

Open you again

to life, light and love.

Changing seasons

 

In the icy cold,

the frozen seed of pain,

waiting for the spring thaw,

warmer days, brighter sun.

 

It then blooms into love,--

a dewy fresh blossom

on a new day.

 

We live our life

like changing seasons:

spring’s youthful love  blossoms;

summer’s hot sweating passion;

autumnal shedding and surrender

to the inevitable;

lying frozen

buried under icy layers of pain;

to bloom in spring again.

Defrosting

 

The wintertime frozen dream-self

now warms up to be an awake-self,

The icy clods melt and trickle of life starts,

Aha, sizzling bright February sun

going like a knife through the cold wind,--

an interplay of fire and ice,

Spring flowers taking birth under dew-showers,

Soul brimming with joy

under clear blue sky,

Life triumphant to come abloom

after death came within an inch of life.

The illegal migrant

 

In tune with coquettish cooing,

you take a refreshing plunge

into the pool of love,

Excitement hooks you,

making you a not-so-elegant reveler,

But forget it not o thou journeyman

going boastfully on the path of love,

Remember that by falling in love

you have simply booked

a round-trip ticket

with an open return date,

Return you’ll with a reversed fate,

It’s just a stamp of limited visa

on the passport of your heart,

You will have to come back

and squirm like an irascible caterpillar

once the adventure fever is gone.  

Distances

 

You might be embracing someone

but still that person

might be miles away from you in heart.

And someone might be miles away

yet be there right in heart’s center.

Be a generative canvas

 

With its impish quirks

the darkness that was seeking

the silvery rivulets of shape

from its shapeless mass,

Now it finds a form

in his heart.

 

Never forget that

even light is seeking

shape, form, embodiment,

Allow it,

Open up,

It will sneak in,

Filling you up