Blesson Mathew who writes here has sent me some beautiful pictures clicked by him for a collaborative post. Bringing to you a collaboration where the words are mine but the image his! We both hope you like the effort folks!
What Happened to Me?
With kind-hearted compassion the raindrops flushed away the thin layer of dust that covered my face.
I smiled, rejoiced the feeling, twirling and flaunting my neutral garb.
Indistinct and prosaic, you might think. But wait till the world is painted with black ink.
And while I was drowned in memories and feelings, he walked towards me suddenly beaming.
With a smile I did not enjoy, he carefully examined our prides.
And in just a moment, out of my mother’s bosom, he plucked me out without my permission.
Now I know not what happened to me…I can only imagine what I must now be.
Adorning her dark hair to make a famous scene or a gift that would end up in her diary, a dried being.
Or must I have been a charming mortal, that merely eased them out of their own battles?
Wait, maybe I was to wipe away her tears, or I was to play a role in curtailing her fears.
Or I could have ended up later that evening, in her tiny vase, while her smile greeted me and she sat weaving.
Or was I just left behind on that bench, having served my purpose in comprehending his intent?
Of all I could have been and could have seen, here I am dreaming this dream. Wondering whether he fulfilled his cause and wondering what happened to me!