A little hurt from a worn out memory surfaced upon.
A warm tear shed in silence wetted my cheeks.
In darkness something stirred and I felt wide awake.
The rough remembrance didn't last long.
Like a wave it receded after drenching the shore.
To my surprise after-effect brought a strange joy.
The emotional sensation was poignant in dead of night.
Like with rain shower a dry earth comes alive,
I absorbed and felt the soft touch of an emotion.
Soft and quick was its caress like a passing breeze.
I am alive not because I breathe but because I feel.
Living life with an empty desolate mind is
Like a brain dead patient moving upon wheel.
World is charming when we are receptive
To feel in heart the effect of its joy and pain.
It took a little memory to jolt me back
From a week long physical and mental stupor.
Life is beautiful with all its bumps and bruises
Catch every moment of ride on its cruises.
Savita tyagi
5.11.2015
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