Transparent Love
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I have always feared water bodies
Have loved to sit and watch though
It was always fun
The ripples with mystery moves
The wind forming and changing the patterns
At times untamed getting out of the groove
The ripples at times touched my feet only to go back
It couldn’t dare, it never had
There was unruliness and there was pattern
The pattern of nature, the pattern of life.
This time is different though
The water is no more fun
No wind, no challenges, no madness
I could see the bottom of the water
Still, emotionless, blatant and transparent
Not a single pattern, no mystery, no ripples
Does water get sad as well?
Or it’s the nature – I wondered.
I could see the bottom
The bottom I never could see but always have wished to
The hues of blacks, greens, browns, yellows, not so yellows
Metamorphosed infinitely, a feel of heaviness and unexplored bitterness
The colors have a story
An untold story – I tried to unfold
It was endless, a story of grime, dirt, sarcasm
I saw the loves, guilts, jitters, cheats, I saw life
I couldn’t take it anymore
I came back.
Surprisingly it felt peaceful
I have always wanted transparent love.
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