SOME CORNERS ARE EVER SO SOFT
Petals of fragile silver sunrays
Pressed between crumbling pages
Retains still the trace of a fragrance
That once was intoxicating.
Deep down lies moisture, even in deserts
For, water had flowed there once.
Unlike lave hearts do not harden
Some corners remain ever so soft
For, it had once experienced love.
Those are temples
Where gods take shelter
When storms of fire scorch their waxen wings
When floods wash away their feets of clay
Those are pillows
Where your chin rests in moments of thoughtfulness
Which you hug and sleep in the vast emptiness
Those are places
Where you hang your tears to dry
Where you bury your past
Where you sow seeds of hope
Those are gentle, warm and so soft
As the mother’s breast.