Before the year ends
let me celebrate life,
for the riches of breaths
and the neverending
poverty of wealth,
the experience of love
and its selflessness,
often dwarfing and diminishing
the hypothesis
of real-blood bonds,
(for sometimes it is
the thicker red which
hungers for gold
beyond what is fair,
coagulates, restricts
and eventually suffocates the heart),
let me lick the scars
that were my wounds,
with the pride of a lion
that hath no regrets,
acknowledge them
like a decorated soldier
wears his battle stars,
and acknowledge them too –
that were
my healing spirits
the mental, spiritual medicinal boons,
i am blessed to have had
their invaluable presence
in any way, and every way
that they are,
let me tell them
who in one way or another
are close to my heart,
and still fighting their own battles
of life, of health,
of darkness, of pain
their silent struggles
casually hidden
behind stoically serene facades,
that may
my this wish, add to yours
and may you sail safe
over and through these testing waters
till you reach
your shores of choice,
let me upgrade myself too
to the version
that is richer
by another year,
of experiences of varied
depth and hues,
the good, the bad,
and the ugly i deem redundant,
for irrespective
of whether or not
it was so meant to be,
each became a colour
that added to me,
and i carry this palette
with the pride of a warrior
who can fight with his heart
keeping his sword in its sheath,
Before the year ends
let me celebrate myself
-for the distance travelled,
the lessons learnt,
and more importantly
those inked, and imbibed,
–for the sights and sounds
and the emotions received
for the smiles, and hugs
(ah, that amazing human touch
which often has the power
to ease away weighty boulders
that otherwise
just refuse to budge),
for sometimes,
a random rant
at the end of the year
is the best elixir –
– to sip on
and empty the glass
of whatever it held,
till none
of what was,
is left
to carry ahead,
–to sip on
and lighten the heart
brighten the mood,
and allow the darkness
of the night sky,
to hide behind
the luminosity of
the infallible stars,
for sometimes,
emptiness
is not a lack of something,
but the place
of a possibility,
where a new world could reside.
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