Filling The Voids

It lifts you up, But only momentarily. Thought and action goes in, To complete it in entirety. Then comes the question of testimony, And, it again, fails the test of reality. Sad is not that it crumbles down, Neither that it crushes my heart along. Sad is that, You yourself knock it down, In your wish of dancing around. What makes it lamentable is, You ask me to build it anew, Just to crash it once again. I create it, without refrain, In spite of knowing, Not for long, its gonna be there. After all, its just, A castle in the air.   

Its all intertwined; Who knows at which point, The thread would shine. Happiness and sadness, Hope and despair, Love and hatred; Are just the extremes, On the same continuum. While we strive to inch, Towards one end; Reality strikes in between, And the thread is bent. Perfect bliss, Pure love, Unconditional hope; Is all a mirage, In the desert of life.

Looking through the glass facade; She can see the world, But not feel it. She misses the touch, But then, is shielded. Pitter patter rain drops, Feel so dry; All she shares is, Their charming cry. Shining sun rays, Feel so calm; All she shares is, Their light, not warmth. Cool, windy breeze, Feels so arrested; All she shares is, The sight of those who grasp it. Makes her wonder, Does she have a choice, Not to surrender - To step out and feel the world, To celebrate and heal the world; And yet, come back, Into the safe haven; When she's had enough, Of all of them. Who has the key to the, Door of this glass cabin; Or, there is no door at all; Either in, or out, The choice is made once, and for all. While I am writing this, And while you might be reading; She remains busy, Chiseling the glass, Crafting the door, To her distant dreams.