Wabi-Sabi

Ironically, once a murderer,now the the victim, stood in silent remorse, Never uttered a word of rememberance, in reverence of my pallid corpse, that lay in the graveyard of the offence. He mercilessly plucked a rose from his garden, a remembrant. A tear moistened the ground as he placed it on my oasis. The ashen rose adorned me as my last ornament, as I gladly named myself ashes of roses.

The threads of lanes, the patches of fields, that from up above my glance steals. I wish I could bring them all together, sew all the worn out seams. When we are able to call the earth our own, I would be once again reborn to scatter new dreams. I might be distant, closer to the sun; yet trust me I am cold out here. Eager to spot a land with fences none I would certainly step back down there. I had once lived below, once I had believed it was ours. But, happened to walk towards a land unknown, by mistake. The land across the boundary was the same as mine. The love for my land compelled me to step back. On the contrary, the hatred that my part of the land bore for the other, tempted me to take a step. Amidst the hue and cry I could not protect my smile. I could not avoid my bloodshed. Today I am up above. Alas nothing has changed. I doubt it ever will; I reflect, estranged.

I asked for bits of sugar to borrow. You filled my pitcher with honey. I prayed for rain in the parched land of my burrow. You made me my own honeycomb with chambers of honey. The selfish heart still ached for more. I urged you to quench my pride. My head grew bigger, your head grew sore. As you left, my honeycomb dried. I do not ask for forgiveness. I merely surrender my pride. I have been smaller than ever, I confess. I peep from my burrow to steal a glance from your side.

The pots and planters that lined the red bricked walls. The carnations with a colourful song on the lips. The warm sunlight that crawled upon the porch steps. The terrace where we basked away the winter sun. The sparrows that danced beside us oblivious of any companion. Only promises, conditions none. Endless days of unforgettable fun. Our long gone days under the sun. The rustle of the leaves under our feet. The barren branches of autumn. The carefree race in the heat. Each early morning stroll with a new story spun. The never ending mockery of the songs we sung. Only promises, conditions none. Endless days of unforgettable fun. The lanes where we walked and walked. The setting sun that we loved to spot. The smiles that we smiled, the tears that we stopped. The evening walk in the rains with a wish for it to never stop. We were once together, we still are one. Our friendship never lost,since the day it begun. Only promises, conditi...