There is a world within us,
unseen by others.
A place where a conversation
takes shape.
Not one of sound,
nor touch, nor sight
but a quiet dialogue that stirs,
bringing out life’s futility.
At times, it reckons
with the reality of reluctance,
a hesitation for what could have been,
or what shouldn’t have.
It is the most important
conversation we can have.
It’s where what we imagine
our world to be,
and what it imagines for us,
collide.
Never fully tasting
the fruit of either side.
This conversation stays with us,
receiving sensory inputs
from a world that offers
only fleeting familiarity.
Our hearts break.
Loved ones fade,
whether by happenstance or death,
it’s the spirit’s silent wake.
The conversation changes,
like the seasons
some leaves remain,
others leave.
The butterflies find us
in trying times.
They paint our life
with colors of hope.
But the conversation
must go on.
With love,
Anand