It holds you in its arms Cradles you, caresses you. Mistake it not for warmth, for Grief is an ocean Vast. Deep. Relentless.
Somebody, everybody and nobody All have grief in common, for grief spares none. I wear it differently It looks unrecognisable on you.
Grievance is for the dead, was a lesson taught in school oh but there is more to it grief is for change, loss and being is a lesson taught by life.
Tides and currents run wild in its unfathomable waves it comes to everyone in its own time and knocks you off your feet.
There is no running, no escaping. When it hurts to even breathe remember that it changes on a dime one day, impossibly, it won’t hurt this bad that’s how you survive.
I think I’m past it alas it strikes again, starts again. you can not control it, let it in when it comes, feel it let go of it, when you can
Hearts, hammering and hurting Soundless prayers, begging Unfamiliar nausea, flooding over Strength, emerging from the tears
In the distance : A shrill, piercing screech striving to tear through the peripheral traffic.
Another day, Another tragedy, Another life in the balance. Another life hanging by the cliff.
Wanting to hoist itself above when there’s only enough to let go A combat for another breath Life, the only war spoil
In the distance : A fleeting image of an ambulance, A whizz of sirens defying all odds A cascade of orisons and hopes.
Another day, Another tragedy, Another life in the balance. Another life hanging by the cliff.
Steady then Shaky. Erratic at best.
A few days ago, I stood by my balcony, talking on the phone. And during that 20 minute phone call I heard 4 ambulances rushing by. That is where I found my inspiration to write this. We are currently surviving in trying times. Things will get better. I am proud of all of us for facing them! More power to us.
P.S I am so sorry for not being able to be up to date with all my reading. I have been busy with exams for the past week.
But I am back now! Looking forward to hearing from all of you and reading more of your amazing pieces!
Around him, she’d learned to dance to the rustle of leaves. He had taught her to wash away every sorrow in the first rainfall of every monsoon.
He had taught her to sing, to the cackling flames. And from him, she’d learned to comfort the howling winds.
Then one night, the celestial light had beckoned him, But she had nowhere to go. The celestial light had showed him the way, but she had lost her path.
The flames had consumed him, But they had burned a part of her too. He was everywhere, But she was nowhere to be found.
Shamelessly, she held onto that sliver of hope. The odds, ludicrously against her. Yet she stood her ground, grasping on to it. Maybe that was her strength.
Her combat had just ended, blood trickled down her skin. Clothes clung to her body, and a thousand scars adorned her form.
Yet she chose to believe, that humanity, the very one that had killed her lover and forced her to battle unknown anonymous heroes at the border was capable of warmth.
Anticipating that the end of the war would mean an end to all sufferings, she returned home, giddy with joy, only to find rubble and debris where her home was.
Dejected and in anguish, she made her way towards the young boy in the middle of the wreckage and as the toddler wrapped his little body around her leg, shrieking with joy, she knew that her sliver of hope had survived.