Where there is love, there is detest.
Where there is acceptance, there is rejection.
Where there is life, there is death.
Ballads of life are sung with the tones of hope and pitch of love. However, death and decay aren’t the chosen stories which have yet reached the pedestal of eminence in our hearts. Where life & esse continues to be the best-loved genre of poets and soneteers, establishments of ruination & obliteration have always garnered condolences, grievance and empathy from appreciators. My quest is to substantiate the pillar of death alike the songs of life and hope are sung. Here’s an attempt to glorify the two sides of life & the magnificently feeble fringe of nature.
Like petals of a flower, life shall spring at nature’s benign touch.
But wither away at the scintillas of a slightest surly gust.
Like will-o’-the wisps of benevolence, shall life breeze-free by the empyrean from the hearth of forests.
And slip away through the tiny light gaps that the canopies at daybreak embellish.
Like trickles of frost augmenting the orb-lashes, life will drizzle as a blessing in disguise.
And quietus of a beloved will thaw the permafrost, Or shall it slink through your eyes?
Like brine of the ocean, life shall frolic peek-a-boo around your feet.
Yet eventually engulf the homesteads in a deluging silence & tardily retreat.
Like a kid desiderating the joy of playthings, life will urge you to yearn for petrichor on days of sunshine.
But in melancholy somedays, may drown you in pours straight from heaven & joy be confined.
Like hymns of hope, life will whisper mellow tunes in your heart in times of hesitation,
Yet cause cacophonies when rainbows leave your home in abandoned desertation.
Like patterns from a montage kaleidoscope, life shall project prismatic hues of glee.
But through the spaces of a broken glass window in moments shall it flee.
Like pearls sojourn oysters, life shall give through the gaps of your fingers.
And then, embed itself amid those creases in the veil of wrinkles.
Like etheral cherry-blossom, the energy of spring into home shall life invite.
And abandon the abundance to render a transient, fleeting vigour of the “hanami” fore-sight.
Nature is Fragile. Life is Fragile.
Life and death have been in love for longer than we have words to describe. Life sends countless gifts to death and death keeps them forever.