A thorn…

Thorns can’t be wished away.
If a thorn pricked,
Hurt and bled you terribly,
Would you intentionally
Put yourself through
That prick again?

Then why let a memory
Of a day bygone
A survived, bad,
Injurious experience,
Revisit, re-prick,
Rehurt you repeatedly?

Let go the past,
Protect your heart,
From hurting.

Heal yourself:
Replace the thorn,
By revisiting
Re-touching the petals
Of only the best
Bygone moments.

Let go gloom,
May your heart bloom.

CHOOSE TO BLOSSOM AND BLOOM TODAY⚘

Thorns do not stop us from reaching out to touch the buds and the blossoms. Live life to the fullest!

Books

 

 

At times

A random read,

At times,

A re-read,

At times

A hasty skim,

Or rush-read the end,

Sometimes dog ear

Page seventy-seven,

At times read aloud,

Sometimes I highlight,

At times I underline

Or I scribble

A question mark,

And sometimes I just sigh.

At times in entirety,

It stays within me

Other times I need it

Visible, grab-able

In my arm’s vicinity,

Sometimes I clutch it

And cry;

And some pages

Make me smile-

At times for comfort, I visit

And re-visit and re-read;

A rapid read,

A thorough read,

Soak in it or sip it

Word by word

Or line by line,

Romp from page to page

Or recite for delight-

I light up in their presence,

They are my life’s essence,

I never cease to seize

A few off the rack,

Hold them, hug them

Overload them in my backpack,

With a true sense of

Togetherness immense,

I revere each book

With love intense.

 

By

 Amita Sanghavi