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Mausam

"Woman with cat" - Pablo Picasso

It feels like fall, though it is prime summer.
Should have been the time for feverish activity and unrelenting purpose
For I know that this is the last stretch
No time for sentimental retch

But there is this nagging feeling again…
“Purpose is pointless.
Motivation is madness.”
When the sky is vast, the breeze is unbridled and the oceans wild,
This daily routine is a damnation

There is a kitten in my backyard
He looks at me with his damaged eye
His loveliness makes me cry
I want to caress and hold him nigh..
But even before I do that, I know it is not enough…
For it is not just cuteness…
It is a dare to dissolve
Oh! The bluntness…

It’s been a while since I let a feline friend move me to tears
All I want is to flop back to earth
And take the maternal embrace of the dirt
I want to let the borders of my body dissolve into the top soil
I should remember to relax
I should remember that I had been here before…

Oh! how many times more, this seasonal drama?
How many more cycles of summer and spring should I endure and enjoy?
When will this dance of Sun and Earth resolve itself?
Will this epic gravitational strip tease have a happy ending?

Seasons are for earthlings
My death is in the sun…

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  1. TejasJune 15, 2017 at 11:51 PM

    Beautiful!

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  2. TejasJune 15, 2017 at 11:52 PM

    Beautiful!

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