Much wondrous awesomeness that does not appear to me even in my dreams
Comes to me in the form of kismet
Some awful foreboding unseen by me even in my worst nightmares
Comes to me in the form of my karma
The daytime, a reality experience unlike the night
Where ghastly grey nimbus collides with a polychromatic kaleidoscope
Kalesh (dissension) between exuberance and dread
A vigraha (conflict) of disruptive emotions
A tumultous melee, a maelstrom which I am struggling to live through
My tears I can taste.
They taste of sadness.
Of overbearing loss.
Of intense disappointment. Hurt.
They taste of happiness. Gratitude.
Of being connected with the One.
Salty. Sweet. Bitter.
They taste of aloneness.
Fear. Shame. Impotency. Despondency. Rage.
They taste of unbounded joy.
And a sense of achievement.
Arrival.
And departure.
Sometimes, they erupt.
Spouting spontaneously and trickling south.
Sometimes shy,
moistness lying hesitantly quivering
within my lids.
They carry forth hitherto contained emotion.
Unbound constraints.
A passage from the heart
to the world of light.
Damp drops of unformed words.
Among the sediment of sentiments
Inspired by the ABBA song of the same name from Mamma Mia, the movie.
Here’s the meaning of the word, which I had to look up –
anˈdante (MUSIC)
adverb & adjective : (especially as a direction) in a moderately slow tempo.
noun : a movement, passage, or composition marked to be performed andante. Continue reading →
A light, fleeting touch like a dewdrop Continue reading →
Like the hands of God, breathing life into thoughts
Like the trident wielded by the Devil incarnate
Like a rainbow displaying its happy colours against a soft blue canvas
Like tear drops precipitating from dark grey clouds
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