The Splash

 

 

Splash ! I dip my thoughts in the well

The well is full of unwell memories

Wrapped on silent wheel my knots

Quietly return with overflowing drops

Tugged with a dripping and pale pail

Rusty with use and creaky with sobs

Sometimes a cloud peeps into my core

And bursts to replenish the pain..

Drop by drop to empty and a gush to fill

Somewhere our drops unite deep within

When you splash your face with a smile

To wrap what happens sometimes

A sometimes that is most often

The water that rolls down your cheek

Is always brine even as you smile .

 

Delhi

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