My hands were too busy grabbing stars,
Rather wave at people passing by,
Shake it for a second or hold in a hug,
Too rigid it became and lifeless.
I was too reluctant to feel the warmth of an embrace ,
And the feel of security in the caressing grip,
I marvelled only myself and
Enigmatic towards relationships.!
I was too inquisitive that
I rummaged through past and present,
Too ignorant was I about sun rise and sun set
As the glare of gold and silver out shown it.
I was too blind to see a Butterfly
Splashing hue on the rainbow,
and
I was too deaf to a humming bird croon .
I was too self centred to be ethnic and
I shut myself in a cocoon
where pride spun curtains of inhibitions.
I ran short of words to write the song of love,and
Missed the beatitude of the song Which Orpheus sang in my ears.!
Too stubborn was I ,to ridicule all advises
Droped the crystel vessel of an exquisite life.
I was too avid to enthrone me as an empress,
Who was punitive on the innocent dreams
I rowed to a fairy land where
“duende *’ guided me,
But found myself in a noman’s shore alone,
It is too late to be sorry that I wish to express,
As all silent beneath the soil.!
The last grain of soil fell as a sleet, Whispered a curse on my coffin,
But all were limp and silent .,
Me and my empty hand .!!
(*In the folklore of some European countries , duende means a super natural spirit like a pixie.)
BRIJI.KT
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