Outside And Within

Photography by Meher Gandhi

Outside And Within

By Meher Gandhi

I can see it coming,
My eyes have become watery again.
I can see the castles crumbling,
Outside and within.

Maybe it’s just the wind howling,
Maybe it’s just the storm.
It looks like the rain’s ranting,
The desert has it in it’s loveliest form.

Ignoring the screeching splashing sounds,
I move forwards.
I don’t know if it’s the valley or the river,
That I’m looking towards.

Wheedles have turned into warnings,
My cries into learnings.
My talks with the despair haven’t changed,
The best ones are often left estranged.

And, all the wincing had once taught me
To hold on to the strings tight.
When the tornados had rushed past me,
And I was left numb in the middle of daylight.

I know, the connection with glee is not still,
The wires are all loose.
There can be fire any moment,
Oh, I’m loosing sight of all the clues.

Yet again, I can see it coming,
But, my eyes refuse to be watery again.
I can see the castles crumbling,
Outside and within.

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With love,

Meher