Sunday, July 12, 2020


LONGING FOR THE ETERNAL SPACE

It's not a long story,
Just my thoughts on a small piece of paper
That comprises volumes of love, of a dreamer

Thoughts flowing in the space where only he could hear.
Her sad eyes, he could not bear.

They could not meet in the glory of their space,
And move on together with pace.

They consoled each other with music of their breadth,
Playing their notes in depth.

Wanted a nest, strong and wired .
Anticipated for a social thread, much aspired .
There was fear in Nature and dreams fired .

As they sat in a seesaw of ups and downs,
Echoed their souls in lesser known but crowded towns.

Crowded towns of Silence, of Secracy
Where both had their own frequency.
No one would ever understand their Anthroposophy.

Eternal it was, they believed
Nothing could be deceived.

Soul, a garment , he said
We would meet when we head!
Head towards the morning light
In the space so bright .
The grass would be greener, Right?

She was confused !
Just a garment he said, if not here
They would meet only after Rest!

-Deepika Bijawat
Art Educator
Nasr school
Khairatabad

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