In the fury of a storm or in a rich hum golden
In every floral parade of spring and midwinter frozen,
I want to believe in myself and be thankful for the blessings
To dance in the rain, play in the snow and look for the silver linings
Saccharine colloquy were a masquerade, just a fancy and frill
Standing rooted to the spot as time came to a ticking standstill
Twists and turns, labyrinths of curves and bends
Some bridges were never to be crossed again, some lanes led to a dead end
People were rivers, ever flowing, moving with the tide
Some lush meadows were now only a barren countryside
Country roads and city streets take me home today to that house down the lane with bright lights dispelling the gray
Where joyful squeals were abound and feast halls were crowded
With pixie dust every nook and cranny was generously showered
The walls that still speak of the dreams untold, tiny and tremendous
The halls that resound with echoes of tinkling laughter and days frabjous
Soaking in warmth and love, my home whispers my name
Footprints that were left behind, leading me back; keeping alive the flicker and flame
As turbulent monsoons succumbed to hibernating autumns,
Ruby treasures in the vineyards ripened heralding change in seasons
In silence I watched the clouds roll by– as a shell-pink sunrise painted the sky
'Twas the dawn of a new day when a pearly blush scattered the dire indigo dye
Dazzling like a thousand suns, sparkling like a million moons--- oozing silver
I'm now a shooting star sizzling across the cosmos like a trailblazer
Every ending is a new beginning, change is the only constant
Now my only chant is "I'm abundant, I'm significant, I'm confident, I'm Triumphant!"
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
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