The day breaks.
Life begins to brew
its karmic concoctions
in spicy double takes.
Slivers of streaming sunlight
refresh a haunting face.
“Just ignore that unbidden clue,
Life is a teasing malaise.”
The swishing silk and tinkling bangles
mock and laugh in abandon;
blow a dying ember to life...
“Omens, please be gone!”
What can come of nothing far?
But the kiln is warming up too...
to Time’s imprudent athyachar.
It hots up fast;
the sun above, the kiln before;
And then there is one
within,
fast singing through....
No more running.
The runaway has
hit a dead end too.
Life lurches,
its Cocktail a-pour...
Suddenly,
there is someone at the door.
Only now,
it isn’t a stranger
but someone I have known ever before!
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