Epilogue

Where are you?
I’m here, waiting.
Full moon waned to half

Dew, you, like stars
Independent of the sun
Shining because you
Can’t help it.

Long enough after you
Are gone
You show me you’ll
Never be gone
You don’t see the
Ropes that bind you
I do.

I will not ask for you
And you will not ask for me.
But without asking
Will we know?

The sky is blue on
This white paper
It glows. And
You think you are mere human;
Mortal and free

One day I too will have ropes
But I’ll see them.

Time should not unwind
Undoing the sacred cant be right
Flow and burn as you do
And I, as you, will too.

Cold

It just so happens that in tropical countries, the concept of a heater in the house does not exist. It gets quite cold here too. I think we should acknowledge the cold and use heaters in places where we may eat and sleep after sunset.
I also think that before winter arrives, we must donate at least a few pieces of warm clothing to those who live on the streets. Imagine how much colder they would feel in the open.
Hugging will also help. :)

The Woman

She is the wind you cannot capture, the fire you cannot hold,
She has the strength of the earth but she flows
She is a woman.

The radiance of the sun and the beauty
Of a tree’s silhouette

When she smiles, the world blooms
The stars sparkle brighter, and water gurgles in delight.
And when angered, deadly thunder storms are evoked

Can such a woman ever love and not destroy?
All consuming fire
Can such a woman ever cry?
Each tear, like quiet midnight drizzle