Remember when you stopped talking with me many years ago,
Nights became nightmarish and days struggled to survive,
The lust of love seemed an illusion,
Pain became a soothing catharsis.
Little did I know that for every smile one has to suffer twice,
That without suffering one could not reach the higher planes,
Happiness was a common illusion,
Grit was the only anchor in life.
But you did turn around and sowed new flowers in our yard,
Life swooned into a dance on a marble floor,
Birds sang from every corner,
And the sky beckoned to a walk without a return.
Years have gone by since that excruciating moment,
You resumed your gracious ways soon after,
Life regained its luster,
The memory of the recovery set in a new confidence.
Suffern, New York, August 29, 2016
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
