Wabi-Sabi

To be poured into a glass or savoured with every sip, that quenches the thirst with a mere touch on the lip. Is it sweet or floats in the sourness of lime, opaque as a lie or the transparency of water in the glass of time ? Sometimes a pint of invited intoxication, sunk bit by bit in the puddle of frustration. On my tongue a tingling sensation or from a distance irresistable temptation ? Whirlpool of doubts in my glass of desperation  or vaccum in the bubbles of satiation ? Am I the one to opt for a bottle from the shelf  or merely the one behind the desk ? Cant I both offer and sip away my life ? Can I ever bridge the divide ?

As a refugee I travel beyond boundaries, my footprints change the rules. Leaving behind fire alive on a creekside, burning away the blues. As I walk ahead carefree with hope warming my heart in the biting cold, that a lone traveller would sit warm beside a hay. A swarm of butterflies strum my strings for a while. My companions for a day never promised to stay. I now walk alone with the colour brushed upon my cheek. A farewell present so bitter of alas a memory sweet. Left bereft of the rainbow, I cherish the long gone rain. So I repeat. As a refugee I travel beyond boundaries, my footprints change the rules. Leaving behind fire alive on a creekside, burning away the blues. I have walked through autumn and the spring. I have seen many a day and night. Driving away the dark, I rise as yet another day. Even if the sun might set after the morning light.

Chocolate, Roses and Wine, under the starlit sky as they dine. Hearts in the air, Drive away despair. As they drive away in the limousine, out of an ideal mushy movie scene. Crushes and the rising heartbeat. Footsie under the table with feet. A mere misconception. What an infection. Lovesickness that comes down upon us as the rain. Strange malfunction of the brain. Love is friendship, love is care. An earnest wish, a silent prayer. Not a play to be put up on the stage.  Not a song to be sung centerstage. A tear in despair, a smile on the face. Not a game to be played or a race.  Not a fete, not a fair. A celebration of life everywhere.

For all my friends.. :) Thank you for gifting me a world of joy.. :) Do I bring you the joy that you gift me with every smile. The every dimple that dents ur face fills up my crevasses. The shadow of my clouds disappear in a while as your sunshine passes over me as the day passes. With the rocks on my path you build a bridge for me to cross over the stream of days crumpled. You are the change on the earth that in everyone I want to see the wind that has lifted me up whenever I stumbled. The twigs that I hold on to when the rough weather leaves my hand with which I build my nest to be cradled in. My springtime when I drift as an autumn leaf towards a forlorn land. Wherever the warmth of hope dies I know you begin.

Whether new or old. Once it is sold. It will be clipped on to the rope to fight with the wind. Washed out to be accepted once again with creases manifold. The fragrance will be retained in every fold. From the day it was worn till it sleeps in the cold. The story will be lost somewhere in the back of the shelf. Forgotten in the dust before it was told. It will be time to stop the feet. Through the shopping street. As on the day after tomorrow at the time of the stroll. To be taken home as the reason of the smile with which we would sleep. Whether new or old. Once it is sold. It will be clipped on to the rope to fight with the wind. Washed out to be accepted once again with creases manifold. Sentiments on sale. Relationships on sale. Lie rusted once they grow old. As stories hidden in the corners that remain untold.

Tomorrow is all about destiny. Till then just let me be me. Let tomorrow be yours, not for me. Till then let me be me. Life will be life tomorrow. In dreams I want to live, dreams are all I want to see. Till then let me be me. You want to be someone else. In a fake world you wish to be. I gift myself to you, just let me be me.