A Journey of Love.


It begins with shedding petals,
And hostile winds,
A tear-stained face,
An echo of grief,
A grey loneliness,
Embracing brokenness.

Tears dry,
‘Neath the sunlight,
There forms,
A subtle smile,
But the heart is numb,
It cannot truly speak,
Nor love anyone,
When it’s broken—
A silence has begun.

A silence I discover,
I wrap it gently,
Lay my head on its shoulder.
‘‘Tis my only company,
It’s my only truth,
Shouldn’t my dreams collide,
And become the moon?
A reality in the still skies,
In a puddle,
Lies a reflection of its own.

And my dreams touch my skin,
Set my eyes ablaze,
To see colours in omens,
A language to translate,
I feel grief transcending,
To an art and a command,
A mission of beauty,
As the waves caress the sand,
Leaving jewels behind,
In seashells, 
With truth intwined.

As the seashells open,
And the truth reveals,
Beauty becomes,
A view of the unearthly.
It opens a heart,
To the sun rays of love,
Towards oneself,
Then everyone,
Overflowing, too much,
In thoughts, in dreams,
Even sometimes in,
Poetry.
Love finds itself,
In every particle of me,
Finding a reason,
To pull away the grief,
Though at times needed;
Akin to a contrast,
Rainbow colours,
Against a white canvass,
Soon both blend to one,
As life twists fate,
I find there is beauty in pain.

I fly then fall,
Discovering more,
With each tear,
In every pit-hole.
I may be human,
Yet my soul resides,
In realms of clouds,
Thus I shall remain alive,
As the flowers on earth,
Wilt and die,
I’ve come at a crossroad,
Here I choose,
The road-less-travelled-by.

And I’m walking,
Love— a smile on my face,
You’re a rose,
Pale as hope,
So I caress you gently,
Patience shall not fail me,
I shall tread this road,
Till you grow,
And it has us,
Both.
We shall share our lessons,
As love sprouts in our bond,
But it is from within,
Where it matters the most.

Love, my dear,
Do not be afraid,
A journey like this,
Shall set you free,
It shall bring you home,
Silent and alone,
And at home,
I can see us,
Both.

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