a colored spectrum

dessert rose

emotional drainage follows the thunderstorm of love,
plain fatigue overcomes the heart.
precious water vapours in the arid dessert,
is like freedom to the survivial of the soul.

the traveller pushes herself on,
miles and miles she trudges in the shifting sands.
every ideal shifts with the changing winds,
moulding each time a new sand dune.
perfect oasis in her mind,
challenged by the burning sand on her bare feet.

sand storms arrive majectically,
with every grit entering her blue eyes.
the sharp pain does not help her see clearer.
the coarse sand whips her tender face,
the pain so numbed the hardened heart.
she is after all a traveller on a camel's back.

as the mid day sun blows down on them,
casting short shadows across the pediment floor.
she gazed up into the skies,
she sees the sun and a small halo within the larger circle of light.
with the fatigue accumulated over the months,
she suddenly saw Lady of Fatima appearing, calling her name.

knowing that it's a lost expedition,
she loosened her grip on the reigns.
falling back, she fell onto the soft sands.
with dry lips she whispered "i have found what i came for".

posted by Veen @ 12:59