A poetry that doesn’t find its rhythm in words, but reverberates when sung in life’s tune. The longing for somebody, the walking away and then the dead end. Its the destiny defying dance, that equates us all, makes the river calm, and merge into the ocean, doesn’t matter how wild it is.
Life is a paradox. What you want you don’t get, what you get, you don’t want. People say! I trace back to all the instances of my life, trying to find the two ends of the string, trying to connect the dots and find a pattern, but I could never find one. I have always waited for life, to come to me, and fall into place, just like everyone else’s, but it never stayed. It gave me the smell of the rose, and within a blink of the eye, whisked it away from my sight.
Its dawn again, fresh and vibrant as the sleepy morning sun. Let him taste the moonshine and the tears, let him follow this little girl along the deserted school corridors, let him stamp the puddles of water again; let him come home again, with a new song in his heart. Can he turn the tide now?