Today –
one such day
–
that I hope…
when I look
up at the stars
tonight
my wish will
be granted…
like sugar
icing is sprinkled on cake
coriander on
salad
masala on
curry
paint on
canvas
water on soil
words on
paper
and there’s a
song of joy -
the joy of
being a joy.
Everybody has
a wish -
once in a
while - don’t we?
What makes
one undeserving?
I cannot
bring myself to think;
I can only
imagine the stars being pleased.
Perhaps I
think kindly of them.
Yet it’s not
that my heart doesn’t sing -
the song of
joy –
that springs
from my garden of gratitude
of being
alive and living
budding,
blooming
budding
again, blooming again;
a life akin
to flowers,
but more than
flowering.
Perhaps,
it’s just a
fancy passing thought –
wishing for
the stars’ favour
as if they
had every reason to
and I was the
Chosen One.
When I see
the stars –
the way they
shine so bright –
they appear
to smile at me
and I’m
pleased
like a little
child given a lollipop.
I smile back
– a child’s smile, I’m sure –
a musical flutter
in my heart…
like a
butterfly’s landing on a flower.
But who’s to
stop this mind of mine
from turning
to the stars,
pleading?
It’s nature’s
gift,
my hope
natural -
my wish to be
granted
and to think
the stars
will do the honours.
Who doesn’t
have a wish?
Everybody
does.
I do too.
For me to say
I don’t,
I would have
to bury myself
deep down,
underground,
where I can
be quietened,
my mind shut
down.
Now, THAT I
wouldn’t wish
- ever!
This earth
holds us for a reason
that I must
honour –
the least I
can do.
But today –
one such day
–
that I have
this wish,
the reason is
beyond reasoning.
I shall wait
for the stars
to paint the
sky
tonight -
like any
other night –
my wish to be
granted,
that I can
unfalteringly
breathe out happiness
to de-polute
the air
of anger and
hatred.
Tomorrow,
perhaps you
see me dance
more merrily?
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