Poetry

Kindness

I was groping in darkness,
Stumbling over my loneliness
When all of you lit,
Countless candles for me

The wax has melted,
The light has faded,
Yet, the dying gleam
And the smoky fragrance lingers on,
Softening the gloom.

Published by Lekha murali

I write what impacts me, what strikes my fancy; as I live my life day after day. Once an idea takes hold, I go where it takes me as I try to shape it into some form of written expression. Each idea is a beginning of something inexplicable. As I work with one, it may grow into fruition, go dormant biding time or just die away. As I run with an idea through the annals of my mind, not knowing what would be fashioned from it, I discover something about myself, gain better understanding of the people and the world around me. On this blog I have shared some of that experience as stories or poetry or essays. I have also added some quotes I like. If you enjoy reading the pieces as much as I enjoy writing them, please share this-link with someone you know. Thank you, Lekha Murali