Sparkling Symphonies

Tangerine blossoms on the shallow sands of my heart Carving out transient footsteps of compassion and trust. Turning grey skies to cerulean blues As deep as the colossal oceans. Filling some hidden voids, somewhere near the epicenter Sowing seeds of brightness in the dark field. Touching the soil like first raindrops-paradisal and cosmic; Satiating the deepest thirsts with torrential showers. Like the cool shadow beneath a dense canopy- Protecting the first sapling with utmost care and love. Like a mother's tender but pragmatic kiss Much awaited but yet so far away and bliss. Like the waves of the sea growing towards the shore Just to have one last sight of homeliness. Like the fluffy clouds floating in the vast sky With a pearl-like moon, gaping from above! "Life's like an hourglass glued to the table And we're like cars on a cable” No one can find the rewind button No one can turn the tables around the sides. Or maybe only...

They all lie, don’t they? The mere irksome and piteous soul of these poets, painters and tentatively artists! They all have illustrated false images and have feigned about everything, especially love. For, all the theories, the paints and the abstracts written upon and love is just worthless as that mirage which materializes out of nowhere. A boy and girl holding hands-walking together-that hankering for each other-madly falling for each other and it’s all about the merriment and giggles. Photo by Alex Powell from Pexels However, we are all a part of this masquerade ball! I t’s a hoax, for they don’t reveal the story in which they hurt each other and regret for being together and that all ends up in destruction. The never ending sufferings and the false, irrational hopes! While those counterfeit hysterical masks pile up everything else too. They destroy each other but love the process. Every fight is just like another drop of nirvana for them. Don’t expect me to always show you th...