I guess only in India we are talking like this sometimes. But you are understanding. So, it’s okay. If the weather is not kind right now, it will change. We will pass through time. We’ve got to have patience, like the trees. No kind of weather is lasting for ever. The autumn ten years ago, I thought would stretch past eternity. I was wrong. How little I knew. It changed many times, inside and out. I wonder how many other things I was wrong about.
Coral, peach, rose, bubblegum, flamingo, ballet-slipper, salmon, rouge, punch – all shades of pink.
Does every possible colour in the sky have a name? What is the lingering sunlight called? Are these names absolute or are they mere approximations? Do they do justice? Do we need to name every colour or can we leave some alone? Is there a colour of love? Wonder what its name is.
Yes. You should have. You didn’t
‘cause you didn’t know.
Let it go.
Yes. They should’ve. They did not.
Now what?
Maybe it’s two words, not one.
Maybe nothing is at it seems.
Maybe my eyes are utterly open but green.
May be there is no such thing as the absolute truth.
Maybe I hold on to mine for dear life ‘cause I wouldn’t know who I was without it.
Maybe all you need is love. Your own.
Maybe it’s okay to be green-eyed. Everyone is.
Maybe there is no hell or heaven or earth.
Maybe my name is so easily erasable, it’s hardly worth speaking.
Maybe I am exactly where I need to be.
Maybe everything is exactly the way it needs to be.
Maybe angels have appeared to me once or twice.
Maybe the only way forward is to stand still.
Maybe everyone was born to love for a bit and die.
Maybe there is no big meaning to anything.
Maybe each day that breaks into light is a miracle.
Maybe everyone is a little bit thirsty a lot of the time.
Maybe there’s enough water on the planet, maybe not.
Maybe God has his/Her hand on my head right now.
Maybe the light from the sun is on its way.
Maybe everyone has wings they cannot see.
Maybe that thirst is the one to be free.
Maybe no one knows what that really means.
Maybe it’s okay to be in love with the notion of Me.
May be a baby sparrow is opening its eyes right now, for the very first time.
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