Tomorrow is Monday, August 31st 2009.
Once a year in the remaining days that lead up to tomorrow's day, I will undertake to re-evaluate this life that I live. When the last 12 months of my life has been measured and weighed, I dare not permit myself the gall to fashion any particular positive spin onto it just so I can lie to myself that it's been a great past year. Certainly not when cumulative multiple 'Highs' could be so easily overwhelmed by the few dastardly 'Lows' to leave distaste in one's mouth.
This year, I created a list; an inventory of what currently exist within me and my life, complete with options to retain or discard the things that worked (and is still working) and those that didn't. I will refrain from sharing the more intimate details surrounding this exercise but what moods and feelings I currently harbor, I will reveal via my writings below.
This is the look of my heart
When the unforgiving cold had ravaged through
When it's not camouflaged; not shielded
This is often the look of my heart
Time and again
When heartless painters impose on it
They oft forget a smile to draw
This is thereupon the look of my heart
With each passing encounters
Violations ensues, endured
And days are mourned
This is often the look of my heart
I took chances on all
I reminisce with no regrets
Yet when the all of what is lost
This becomes the look of my heart
Unprovoked, dark unlucky days
Rocked drunken by earthly struggles
Raised a glass to toast I will
The look of this heart; a broken dandelion's heart.
"Forgive me, Lord but the dandelion's heart I am not deserving to keep...."
1 comment:
There is a couplet in Urdu, which roughly translated, goes -
This heart was broken in a thousand pieces
Some fell here, some there.
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