Genre : philosophical
Clarity visited by Sharda Bhakhri
It took a while and yet is imperfect.
It is clear … but there are chinks
It would be easy to lose this vision
Get it all muddy and blurred
Like breath on a mirror
But this rare ray,
Let me hang on to it …
Seize it before it vanishes and
Becomes the dust on the window pane on my existence.
She visits so infrequently , fleetingly.
It’s as though a flower bloomed
None witnessed, just the stem who bore it.
A self-acknowledgement , needing no praise , no applause but worthy
A quiet blooming in a desert, where nothing grew for a long time
Only cactus in the aridity of ignorance
And the piled up canker of all those careless words spoken by loved ones , strewn without a thought…
In one swift lightning moment
The light shone .
That one epiphanic moment….
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