Kavyanjali

It is faith that connects me and you strangers in the same world waiting for a dream come true You are the clouded sky I am the pouring rain I am the wound incised on your skin and you are my pestering pain Between us unrolls the whole world the obscure reflections in the restless water the blinding rays of the blazing sun and the unheard whispers in a noisy chatter At the bottom of the hourglass I wait for you to trickle down And I see your hand try grabbing mine as, in pursuit of you, I drown

I sprouted from your desires and branched out into empty space embosomed you with my shadow mounting the skies as you counted the days Feeding on your aspirations I bore the sweetest fruits Generations passed me by And I stood incarcerated in my own roots In silence I suffered with lingering sighs  when you axed me with your ignorance As the Lightning struck I burnt in your indifference Now you dampen me with hopes thrusting vigour and a new resolve once again I stretch into the arms of the wind                                                                   witnessing new facets of life evolve