We stand near a blue sea of emotions , the ups &downs of crest reminds us that we have a little heart which feels the joys &sorrows. There you start throwing your baby heart into the water & that sweems without knowing the art even. You watch people play with your baby like a cricket ball &try sinking &squeezing as they want ! Oops!that lil innocent one ! breaks,breaks &breaks but breaths. Survives &revives with multitude . How emotions dries up ? How death of a heart gives birth to a super brain ? Who knows the process of life ? I know . I have seen . Seen all the bombardment to the heart within that blue sea. Tolerated dying of that tiny tot. No there is no metaphor yet born to describe my pain but joyfully accepted my defeate in the game. And now that reborn heart won't allow to be played but ll ever watch them standing in the shore & smile with reverence to self. See my eyes are not blurred . Why should i poison my rainbow life ? Whereas I know "Words are often deceptive ".
I have a past and I wouldn't like to disclose it as it's dark and inglorious. But sinners can atone for their sins and even in my case it was not too late before I chose to walk the higher path and stick to it.
The results may be slow but the bliss shows. The current threat has put us on the back foot. We must contribute our bit by being careful and keeping others safe, as that's going to help us face this catastrophe and survive.
I do not know what's in store for me but I pray for the world. I am hopeful that the crisis will end soon and we'll be back to work, a wiser race. Life is precious; I value it and I'll strive to be the best version of myself.
I try hard but can't rhyme anymore. My talent to rhyme I can't restore. I strain my cerebral nerves in vain. My failures pinch me and give me pain. I just keep staring at the blank screen. Such a dry spell it has never seen.