As I Write These Words

Photography by Meher Gandhi.

As I Write These Words

By Meher Gandhi

My stomach feels it again-

The twitch, the knot.

My head swirls again,

In the midst of everything I forgot.

 

And, as I write these words,

This paper seems to be breathing again;

Taking in all the emotions untouched,

Breathing out all the pain.

 

Sadness and despair aren’t sins.

Broken dreams often prick like pins.

I still curl my lips into a smile I can bear,

For I know, gloom denies to hold tight for only one’s share.

 

I can see happy clouds.

But, don’t they sadly block the rays?

Rays which instil hope and light rays which fall loud?

On seeing them, how do I smile, anyway?

 

Looking beyond the unforeseen,

I am talking of the foretold.

Sun will be born again,

Stars will once more draw the chains.

 

This ink is giving itself shapes on paper,

Which I daresay, my heart recognizes.

This ink running like blood had once stopped midway,

But, that is a story to be told some other day.

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With love,

Meher