Food for Heart

An empty glass lies in front of me..

So empty that it makes my heart heavy…

Surprised I am at the randomness of my thoughts.

This hour, my uncomplaining companion

Sits with me in the deafening quietness…

And when I am searching for the purpose of being alive

The wind gently whispers to my drowsy soul.

The bitterness of coffee still lingers on my tongue.

 I was seven when I had learnt to spell it.

In some strange sort of way, I had come to like it….

Without milk, without sugar, without company.

An open book beseeches me to read it,

but my eyes now behold  the breaking dawn.

And I am wondering, what am I wondering

Now, that the day has arrived.

I hope it is a better one for someone somewhere.

And here comes and sits this little blue bird

And sings me good morning in its heavenly notes

My soul smiles to my lips….

I bring her some water and a few grains of food

She acknowledges it most gracefully

Before I could check them, they come rolling out,

These funny things we call tears.

For reasons that words cannot put through.

I ask her to forgive me and my kind…

I hope she does, for she is not what I am.

I wish I could hold you to my heart

And tell you that I never meant harm

But then nothing I did to prevent it either

And now when I see you this close

I wonder, why, how, and when did i

So ruthlessly push you away

Forgive me my little love

For the vastness of your loving heart

Has dwarfed me.

Ashamed I am, but I love you…

I will until my last breath…

For today you gave me something

I never had, and I never knew..

She happily bids me adieu

I hope she comes to see me again

I now return to my day

After a long time not thinking

How loved I really am.

But rejoicing that today

I have one more soul to love.

For love nourishes the life within us.

And bears in us the fruit of hope…

That which will never die…