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She kept lighting the candles one after another because the night was long and dark. She kept consuming all the matches in the box because the winter was cold and ruthless. She often lifted the flickering candle to the sky hopefully but could not catch the glimpse of her Sun again. Stars there were many but Sun, there was none. But her path demanded some light as the journey was arduous and lonely. The candles were nearing end and the stars were benign.

And the Sun had set behind the hills…..

All of Some

All filled with oceans

Some deeper than others

All marked by wounds

Some raw than others

All teeming with streams

Some treacherous than others

All ravaged by memories

Some simmering than others

All breathless by breathing

Some lifeless than others

All shaken by consequences

Some dire than others

All feeding the devil

Some savage than others

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Wanting to give away some of her. A little of her, at least. But who would take her. Was she so incapable of even giving and being accepted? Would no one ever take her?

And then he came. He came and took her away. All of her. He did not spare even a morsel of her for her. With nothing left of her she felt so complete. And she kept gazing at him like a dove would stare at Apollo. Dumb faced, numb, lightening struck.

But what if he gives her back to her? Even a morsel of her to her. How will she put her pieces together? She is no more what she always thought she was. Will she be able to put the pieces perfect? Will the old returned pieces form the new picture that he had turned her into?

The Earth kept singing the song that the Moon helped her croon through the delectable night….

Forgetting

Touching yet forgetting to feel

Talking yet forgetting to speak

Walking yet forgetting to move

Laughing yet forgetting to smile

Inhaling yet forgetting to absorb

Caring yet forgetting to love

Breathing yet forgetting to live 

Being yet forgetting to be

Root

In all randomness he is consistency

In all fear her strength

In all strangeness he is known

In all confusion her composure

In all pain he is wellness

In all storm her calm

In all obscurity he is lucidity

In all mourning her song

In all death he is life

In all trivia her root

And

In all body her only soul

Beyond

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Courageously she stood there

Braving the strong winds

Painfully watching her petals

Splitting her soul one after another

Absorbing coldness of snow clad hills

Weathering cruel heartless winters

And then Sun shone bright

Beyond all her hopes

Surprisingly she stood there

Fearing the cozy breeze

Apprehensively watching her petals return

Brimming her soul one after another

Sacred Space

Her sacred space

No more in her words but in your silence

No more in her vision but in your feel

No more in her reach but in your thoughts

No more in her proximity but in your distance

No more in her sky but in your water

No more in her temple but in you

Her sacred space that she visits often