Of life and healing
Maybe I can see the butterflies fleet,
A ray of hope with them;
For the dull paths are blooming with blossoms now.
To escape from little cocoon of facts and phobias
To feel me,
To heal me,
I crave for touch, a sense.
That leads to glory and peace
A stretch of hope,
of assurance
From road of darkness to light,
The palms of their hands over my wrist,
In a blurred vision
I caress the myths,
Of tantrums and dusted minds
To see the shallow thoughts-
Stirred in a bottle.
I’m the thriller, a mystery,
A fictional string with a knot,
Around my fingers,
Playing cats cradle over life and death,
Cascading red on my left hand and sheets,
I’m a living nightmare ready to heal,
From affliction and anguish
(Now read from bottom to top)
-Rachel Fernandes.
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