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Tears that trickled down

My cheeks, filling me with fear;

Tears that once tore me apart,

Convey my thoughts, too.

Fear, the feeling of which

Scared me to death;

Fear that led me to nothingness,

Wakes me up to new limits, too.

Death, the addressing of people as Late,

Made me think of “for what?”;

Death that once parted my loved ones,

Cracks up avenues for a new life, too.

Cracks, within emotions, that once

Filled me to grief,

Cracks that leaked emotions

Leak my inner sunshine, too.

Grief, which once scarred me,

Only Time will come to heal.

Grief, which I’ve come to see,

Brings me to peace, too.

Time that once was clueless,

Brought me down on my knees

Time, the all mighty, now

Tells my brave tales, too.

Oblivion, the existence of which

Bothered me of endless inexistence;

The search for it again,

Empowers me to pen my dreams, too.

Endlessness that once endorsed

Unwilling, untrue souls around me;

Endlessness that then knew no end,

Authors my tiny successes, too.

©Suyog Ketkar