when i decided to melt that night
you were asking me, is this the path
you want to walk on
i did not asnwer
i just kept walking
on and on
like a gale of wind
unmindful of the rocks it had to deal with
caressing all the waves
in the sea of silence
it mobilised to show its strength,
but the waves also got exhausted
after a while
and the rocks withered away
but the gale still stays still,
without the oars
of your arms
curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
THE MOON is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along appointed sands.
who knows whether the sand will stay
when waves come, and really sway
all the anxieties and the assertions
you will laugh when he will give way
…
He never misses a degree;
Obedient to her eye,
He comes just so far toward the town,
Just so far goes away.
…
Emily Dickinson
it does not matter
any more
who stops and stares
and who goes away
the life has lost its resonance
else, why will
any one ask
will the dew not be there
nor the light refract
through the broken pieces
of mirror of soul, the spirit and the substance