Sunday, October 25, 2009

I Am Alive!

Fear, old as heart-beat,
Old news for me. For,
Destruction shadows creation!
New beginnings start,
A journey of Pain.

Everytime, boundaries are re-drawn,
A merged self is torn.
leaving a gaping hole-
Dark and Empty!
Taking ages to sew.

Stitches... sore and visible.
Leaving a weathered soul,
With patches, like a poor man's quilt.

Still, is sacred.
As conception of Unborn,
As cosmos, As being alive.

Blades of grasses, wild flowers,
Breakthrough, inspite of rocks...
reach clouds,
Another morning!

1 comment:

  1. However small and trivial one may appear in the magnanimity and vastness of God's creation, each and every life has a story to tell, alongwith the sun rises our hopes at every dawn, even if at dusk they fell...