Rhythmic Rhymes

I sit reclined on the sofa, my dad sitting beside, The “Kandil” and the twinkly lights giving a warm, welcome glow, Diyas surround, there is a smell of incense in the air, Diwali once again feels like a warm hug of care. As I sit quiet, I wonder, what the magic of this festive is, Year on year, it almost never fails to live up to the hype, The rows of kandils lining shops, rangoli & diyas on carts everywhere, Provides a warmth in the hearts as you enjoy a soft nip in the air. As a kid the festival just meant masti with cousins, Plates full of yummy food and holiday from school & studies, Lots of gifts from relatives and a chance to dress up, Late nights, games and never-ending fun. But as I grew up and moved out of the city for work, The rituals, the customs felt more significant, Faral, Rangoli, diyas, pujas found time within hectic schedules, Celebrating every aspect of Diwali made me feel closer to home. And as I returned home now, the festival ...

Does time really heal as they say? I used to believe that’s true Now I feel that maybe it doesn’t really It may just create a protective layer A mask over the wound and hide it For the time being, from you From the others, So they don’t know you are hurting, And if ever you sit down and think Recall, remember, talk Have a trigger to the past, To that memory of heartbreak, Or of losing someone forever, The mask is off, the wound is exposed, The tears, the pain, the anguish is back, Maybe not in the same intensity as when it was fresh, But its still there, not healed, just hidden, So what does time do really? How do we heal? Do we replace? Ignore? Forget? If only there was an answer to that, To heal completely, Or maybe it’s our heart’s way, To keep the hurt intact, So we do not take any person or moment for granted, Because when they are gone, They create a wound, And time they say heals everything, But they leave a scar, a reminder, Of what you once had, Of what you lost, Forever!