There are many getaways from abject failure. Very easy ones as well. The simplest is to lock yourself in isolation and ruminate over the past. Well its’ tougher than it sounds. Others meander into addictions, yet more self-introspections and sometimes the most drastic step, which I shan’t mention here for the sake of surviving the most terrible beating I would receive and one drunken Bangkok night. The easiest way out is companionship of those who you care for. Love and affection can infuse life into even those who have lost the will to exist. This one is dedicated to all those who stooped to bring back the dead to life….
Arid lands laid waste by the west wind
A blanket of snow and lifelessness
For none lived when even water surrendered
Captive to the icy layers
Ah but does life ever give up
Meanders it in mysterious ways
Bubbling in suspended isolation
For the warm might yet return
For life teams in hidden caverns
In stolen water under the icy calm
And melt away will the stony silence
When life will silence the autumn leaves
And there shall be spring and bloom
Flowers will rise in every brook
The sea of colours will overwhelm
Every inch of winter that ever remained
