Ride, this one
Amid fields of musings
Exclamations, interjections, Gasps
Tears, smiles, pains
Curated moments
Etched deep into the being
Like tattoos - intricate, interwoven
Permanence inflicted on to the flesh
Worn like medals of survival.
This mortal image
Bearing the weight of the spirit
Shackling its scope
Treading through terrains of turmoil
The end all, the destiny
Mocks in the distance
Like a mirage.
What amounts of this trek?
A revelation perhaps,
Zephyr of hope
Breezing through the maze of dispair
Incarnate in subtlety
Gently easing the many scalds
Zephyr of love, of compassion
Alleviating the brutal blows
Of a battle named Life.
Pic Courtesy - Chaithanya Kanni
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