A little drizzle…
and diamond raindrops
ignorant of the sun,
fall one by one
on the sheets
i had once written on,

my hand reaches out
rather impulsively
to save them,
from turning into
meaningless smudges
of lost communication,
for the ink
that covers
their loneliness
was once my very own voice,

but it is stopped mid-way
as the heart
as always
takes the final call,

a decision…
to let the purity
of the words
melt into the
purest
of the water forms,
these
little
falling
tiny
raindrops,

impact…
and the sky
meets the earth,
as each drop
blots
a word,
some reflect blue,
and some
a shade of
vintage crimson,

i watch the union…
reminiscing
of the one
which didn’t
happen,

the disappearing words…
don’t resist
their own loss,
or the loss
of the verse,
the meaning
they sought, 
did,
or maybe
never
managed to convey,

i bid them goodbye
as they slowly
disappear,
into
the progressive
amalgamating flow,

no loss of faith,
nor any complaint,
the heart
that can write
its song
in words
can also be stoic
silent,
and accepting,

whether
they were ever read
or remained unread,
sung to a tune
or doomed
to a silence,
it really doesn’t matter
to these skies
or this earth,

for either way,
inherently
their own
claim of validity
was really
always
limited by mine,
which remains
within the spectrum
of ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.

© vidursahdev 2022

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