SCATTERED IN THE WINDS­

She scattered the ashes in the moving winds,

Hoping that she will get to feel him again,

She scattered across rivers,

Hoping whatever the waters will run to him, and

She will get to hear from him again, maybe.

She, across the calm waters of the ponds,

That, however, the world falls into chaos,

The calmness deep down will still the matter,

She scattered the ashes of he who called her beloved,

But the winds sent silence in return.

She then realized,

It was in the heart of hearts that,

Love as they say,

It is, as it is, and

Yesterbeloved is today’s stranger.

Was it grief or was it desire?

Was it empathy or was it love?

She will live to tell the difference.