A piercing splinter tears apart the soul’s periphery.
I ponder; did a cane pass through dragging, leave behind what it wouldn’t miss?
Or a rose placed artfully on the soul grow on its thorn, It was plucked leaving behind the prickly bit..
It’s such a blur; it won’t stall for a moment of retrospect or introspect,
Breath is the wind blowing the wretched splinter in circles, a horrendous stormy weather,
It leaves thy home in a pile of powdery remains, clustered fragments of curtained images…
It leaves thy inner child panting and wheezing, clutching in places,
Colored in red-brown dust, the color of eyes, the color of blood,
A darting arrow from the eyes of the strangest stranger splits it open..
The color of the red syrup slurps through the tear, The wound is to be dug deeper before healed..
The heart is to die again..and again and again..
In penance for the acts of desperation; Death of the heart is necessary,
Pain is an addiction, It traps your breath, But you are left feeling alive, just alive is the real alive;
It is audaciously exchanged for the empty vastness, where one is not in the desert, but beneath it..
Oh shush shush, silence the sounds of the restless breaths,
And the splinter shall stall for a moment of freedom and rest,
Raise thy torrid eye, look into the sky,
Watch the clouds afloat, row through still air, silent breeze;
Watch the sky crack to reveal a bluer stillness,
Oh shush shush..
Breeze flows on the tracks of life, life that thrives in arid, humid, torrential days and climaxes,
Felt in the eyes, like a feathered touch on the skin, the unruffled flow of life in the strangest of times,
Flutters of the tiny sparrow’s wings, sudden thrashing and then for a moment afloat in the lazy wind,
Reaching her nest after a day of grains, straws and droplets of water,
Rampaging from wall to wall, beneath rare shadows and scorching rays,
The quivering tips of darkest of green leaves swaying in surrender, slightest momentum released,
Oh shushed are you?
Does the pain now sail away with the breeze?
Does the vacuum fill with sights of nature, the tiniest electrifying moments, the miraculous breadth of life?
The splinter slain to unconsciousness, Breathe in deep the peculiar scent of nature afresh,
Dear mind, Oh shush..ponder away from consciousness drugged in constant spiralling stale pain,
Stride into the invigoratingly alive life, Stroll away from thy own trepidations,
For the cures, the answers lie in the breeze, the clouds..
The flutter and the quiver, the tremor as nature breathes with thee in solace,
Carrying you to home indeed, Releasing you to breathless nomadic winds, just as you are..only standing there..shushed in your heart.