by Vyshnav Shabu Nair
As slight as the morning mist
As calm as the brooks do flow
Wavering like an arrow shot
The lips did part to give way to
The hearts deep joy,
Silenced as it was to be,
But pleasant as the breath of sea.
Happier it might have been
Wider it could have gone
Longer it should have stayed
But sadness as it comes with joy
Drained, slightened and shortened before too long.
Suppressing the crack in the ever darkened crust
Hiding the molten, majestic core below.
The ledge that grew ominous in front
Reminded him of the far deeper cliff
in his own aching heart.
When he thought of his tragic, hopeless past
The uncertain, anxious present was no relief
But the future held mysteries in lands not his
where hope may take flight from the ashes of today.
He had no choice but to reach out to heaven
Where his protector might smile upon at his deformed face.
And may help him repair his broken heart
Curing his crippled form was also not a task too tough.
Hoping that the next time he came back,
Life wouldn't be all this tragic and sad,
He dragged himself off the cliff.
All he felt was violent wind rushing past
And nothing but darkness wrap him whole.
Then his lips did part for a moments joy
For the first and last time there was hope.
There was a noise like a thousand thunder bolts
And as he opened his eyes
There was but white, bright light in and around him.
Last updated April 11, 2015