IRONY

Irony of being a human
And being in apparent bonds,
Still seeking morsels
Of empathising norms;
Irony of being a woman
Playing many roles,
When I needed some cuddling
Social distancing was proposed;
Tiny bits of compassion
thrown through the doors,
Awareness  zoned in
Music flowed,
Making me sway
On shrapnels of irony.

Epilogue

I spurned love

It’s whiteness 

It’s soulful singularity,

I withered it’s delicate petals 

Bogged by social thorns.

I knew

It was souls baring

A third eye phenomenon 

Where all was so fluid

Dimensions gelled one in one,

Yet I let you go!

Slipping through lifeless fingers

Viewed by dry eyes

I burnt the remnants 

On the fire of my entrails,

Pushing your aura away

I wrapped my length

In loneliness 

Never turned back

To trace the depth of our hurts.

This life has flown

Yours beyond horizons 

Mine sunk below earthy browns

Spurned by love 

With a vengeance unplanned.

Of all days, today I must believe that it is a beautiful world out there! 

 There are beautiful people out there!

There is a beautiful flow of warm and compassionate energy in the universe. It depends on us how we harness this energy and give it back to the universe.

Detachment comes at a huge  cost, but it is a great teacher! What is important here is, to not forego compassion. The spiritual path advocates detachment. Normally humans don’t detach out of joy. The process happens if your hurts and disappointments have over flown the vessel called heart. In that state retaining compassion becomes a battle. But if one has understood the journey, compassion might ebb down, but shall resurface  after a while.

Still, there are Yogis and born spiritualists ,who detach in longing for the Joyous reunion.