by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Take heart, heart that you have not lost heart
after all this-the idols you dreamt on have shattered,
their lips have broken beyond the realms of kisses;
take heart again, of the things you saw, those that tried
to break you to bits, but you saw through it all;
even though it was pain, was it not all dear
when you thought of them all, all over, again?
The mysteries of the flesh that you shared; that seemed
white as a promise,but was blackened to break and fall;
the images you saw through that in the name of love
and destined to throw you in a fall- Aren't you glad
you survived them all ? And with the gift you had
turned them into a compass for future call ?
Take heart again, the ways you tread, where you
think is fruit is but a weed or layered nothings at all .
Do you know yet, of any one that loved without grieving?
Or grief, pain-shell, that emptied the heart in the name of love
that was but bitter lust ? You see it everywhere,
in songs, in the voice of the dying debonair,
in the sculptor's hands at work forthe shape of love
sculpting till he breaks his stone.





