My cup is brimming. I shall end up Empty!
Yesterday, I picked up a book from my crowded shelf. It looked odd among the others. Dust had covered almost all its features, even its title and author’s name. I kept wondering if I was the person who brought it or it belonged to another. But once I opened it, I remembered to whom this handwriting belongs. Actually, it was my book of dreams.
When golden rays of the sun announce beginning of the day, my heart sinks to deep depths and put on its mourning gowns; for light always shatters the truth everywhere and make it naked. In such moments taking a refuge in nowhere and feeling lost is better than standing still before the dreary truth.
When I was a child with a broad smile
They told me “To find the springs
Of everything, you have to follow its trace,
And right there, you will catch the groove
From which it did burst, then do regulate
Or even tune it to naught.”
And as I grew old and the smile began to fade,
In one night of no moon
A stream flowing over my cheek I caught
From my wet eyes till my face drowned,
And then, their words through my mind rolled
And with shaking hands my eyes wiped
Once, twice and more, but
Couldn’t regulate such stream
As from deep within a fountain
Started to weep out my pain,
And I had nothing to do
But hoping for a soft whisper
To allay such inflaming fire;
For voices loud cannot the whining soul stir
As people’s words don’t always inspire.
With an inapprehensible power from deep within, I was awakened this morning; smelling change everywhere calling me, even without taking a step to the window to test the weather out. It was saying in a joyful whisper;
“Get up, it is your day to enjoy your blossoms, time to harvest what you had sown years ago and cared about.”
That never happened to me before, and I couldn’t figure out what may it could be. But then I fumbled for my yesterday wish under my pillow, and it was;
I was waiting for you so long ago, but you never came. Till I supposed you are nothing but a mirage refusing to have any responsibility toward reality, Aren’t you? Please if you are in any place around, just drop in and you won’t be ashamed of that, however, you will enjoy this visit so much, indeed.”