I was a dew-dream
An obscure flower
A full-grown garden
An orchard full of fruits
An abundance of blushing apples……………
I was, when you were
Every moment you were there…………..
The august August sun, mild
Without the brownish paddy expanses, gild
The evening breeze whispering
Drops the silent sparkling drops,
“Take care! She is delicate, beautiful mild’
Those eyes, those lashy eyes, anarchy, wild
Pierce, with the softness of pain
The heart is the solace of meaning,
The fragrance of purpose,
And the fragrance of meaning,
The solace of purpose……………
I am a broken dream
A frozen flower,
A stolid stone,
An disarray of shards,
A forgotten ruin……..
An indifference,
Meaning and purpose
Purpose and meaning!
Everything in the ‘Scheme of Everything”, crumbles
The relations and relationships crumble,
And I crumble, I stumble,
Yet I fumble
With ‘the garden of memory’
That they say and lies in past,
Far far away from the intangible, the present,
The bygone promises of future
And yet I remember
And return to you
Only to be awakened
In a different downy color,
A different hue……….
‘They say, you are old
A thing of past, a thing lost
And here and now, is new’
In uncomprehending this all
The mind, then in rise, now in fall
Nor in rise, nor in fall
There is meaning,
A fragrance of meaning,
A purpose,
A solace of purpose……………
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A shower of love
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