Real Summer

I felt the cold breeze in the midst of summer’s heat, one afternoon. I held my heart with my right hand and glanced at it. I saw my soul. For the first time, I discern how frail it is. Inside me, I fathom, is a tiny flower longing for water and soil.

"What a swizz!" I screamed in silence.

I returned it back to where it was meant to be, where it was destined to beat. But then, my chest said it has no place in its erstwhile home. There is a space, elsewhere, that has been waiting for it from the very start.

"Where?" I wondered.

Without a map, I began to wander.

The road I took was long, winding and confusing. There is no post, no sign, along its side. It has no clear beginning and its end is, somehow, still so far.

I continued walking. I met the fall, and the dry leaves. I made friends with the flowers of spring.

I relished the rain, but hated the snow. I fell in love with the stars, played hide and seek with the moon.

I rode on the clouds, then landed on a paradise.

I chased the rainbow, but failed to reach it.

I got tired, sat for a moment. Then walked again.

I shall walk again.

Years passed. The journey began to end, the end started a new journey.

I have been in mirth, I have been frightened. I have been thankful. I have been regretful. Until everything made sense.

I felt the cold breeze in the midst of summer’s heat, one afternoon. That was a long, long time ago. I held your heart with my right hand and glanced at it. The summer breeze kissed me, cold wind has no place during sunny days. I saw my soul, bearing an abyss happiness. I am no longer a tiny flower longing for water and soil, your love is enough to make me live. In your life is where I am meant to breathe.

[April 2014]