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A strange bonding with grief. It is but never brief. When you want to fly, This uncanny partner takes you high. It is cross with dopamine. Do you not bow down feeling it a shrine? Like a shadow, it stays, Is it an intimate lover who never strays? I left it in my closet to fade. At a later date, it met me in sun and shade. Foot note:   Loss of things or relations  is a constant reminder to the feeling so abstract yet clear- Feeling of grief. Strange is this feeling of grief,which is so personal as well as universal. During the past two years, all of us have felt   the pangs of separation, of near or distant acquaintances. Is it grief which gives us hope.

Shortest trip called life, Is it not the longest strife?

Some memories fade never. Unwanted guests they are forever. Like the odour of saline sweat , They are with you, though you fret. Like the love of water and sand, Grains will stay in your hand. Vacating these is going cold turkey. Withdrawal symptoms make you murky. Who will volunteer to borrow? Will betraying them bring or take sorrow?

Pause to see how to be free. It is a trip of heal to zeal. Like layers of dead skin, which are akin. All this is heavy yet numb. Gone deeds are but the weeds. Mow the garden of stale tales. Rest and reset to pass the test. Picking your  pieces will bring in peace .

He was whipped and she was ripped, This story of love was eagerly nipped. Pedant of faith defined fate. Ah! They came to rescue the bride, though late. Setting the rules of honour, They separated the lovers professing as dishonour. They stole the love of groom and bride. Sowing the seeds of discord was pride. This story of love and hate, Tell me, how do you rate?

Do we have our reasons, To celebrate grief and mourn seasons? Days roll by waiting for nights. Like a reset button, we live with a cloak of plights. When the orange ball bounces upright, We are transposed to showers light. Walking on the amber and crimson in fall. We adore pink, yellow and pastel haze on the wall. Youth grips brittle bones defying gravity. Smug colors the canvas with sanity. Ain’t there back pedal for retakes? Can we use eraser to fix mistakes? Heaven or hell with entry and exit, Life after death, does it exist? I browse the net simplifying the logic, Abortive attempts and I earn the illogic. Fruitless labor in my clouded mind. Try, shall I retail therapy to unwind?

Learn to walk, Away from the flock, Wearing  fancy veils, Who tell conspiring tales. Learn to vacate, Meets which barricade, Dauntless dates, Which skip heart rates. Learning to unlearn is a skill, Try  if you have the will?

He walks with obesity of grief,  He lifts himself but it is brief. Monsoon in eyes sting like pricks, He realigns the fractured mind with tricks. Unwritten lines on empty hooks, He masks off the masked grief in books.