For the man i named after hope,
When the world is struck by an apocalypse and my eyes are puddled with despair, i always find a light in you. A heart so warm that it had held me as their hopeless refugee. At times when the world looks like a broken mirror, i look at you, oh! not to forget those eyes. They hold galaxies, constellations, Stories, love and overall so much kindness in them. Sometimes i stare into them and feel like I'm sinking, as there is so much depth, so much flow in them but who drowns in a submarine. Right! And so i stare in them till i realise you're heavier than the sea. The knowledge the grit adds on to it. Suddenly, I'm at peace.
I have seen carpets beaten till it's clean, but the difference is your heart and how it shivers at the sight. You, instead, prefer rubbing them under warm water foaming stream till they give out clear water. That's the difference.
This is what separates you from the rest of the world yet still keeps attached to it.
The exhibitions you go are filled with paintings and sculptures of so many artists. Where people weigh them with money you weigh them with art. You'll stand and stare at a single piece for a lifetime till it turns into art. You get immersed so much that it takes shape of you. When art itself couldn't resist and takes shape of you, just think of my poor heart.
You remind me , always, that it doesn't matter if it's a flood of an apocalypse, you should always hold on to something you believe. I'm always taught
"if you trust in the process, end is always beautiful, it's always Karma and you're a good human. At the end you'll win."
With that I shall keep you here. You know you're my hope. Afterall life is better than death and I'll prove it. It's still LIFE.
-aastha ∞☾.
