Life & Beyond : MY SPRING IS STILL COLD

The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Saturday, 31 January 2015

MY SPRING IS STILL COLD

It’s Spring already

But I don’t see colours

The landscape is white

The joy is shadowed

And bereft of love

It’s still biting winter

The springtime is here

But bereft of love

Its yellow is blanching

And in its still shadow

Time has remained

Frozen by a rigid frost

Where is the warmth?

Where did the love go?

Who stole colours?

Who betrayed my Spring?

Teasing me, from depths

The cheerful winter asks

Questions linger

Answers cry to deceive

Memories refuse to leave

Again in a Spring

Robbed of its beauty

Bereft of its love

In the season's dew

Missing its yellow Hue

My Spring is still cold

And bereft of love

In the wintry dew

The air is now restless