Vulnerability

Thank you all for the warm comments on my words and images. I will definitely put up 'An Ode to Dawn' sometime soon.

But like I said a couple of days back, some recent experiences have left me with a thought. I realized that when stakes are very high, all of us are as susceptible to weakness as we are capable of great strength... To stereotype anyone in these circumstances is definitely a mistake.

Great strength can arise only when we can comprehend our greatest vulnerabilities...

Vulnerability

Sands, like snakes
Wrap around the sky's arms,
Lonely winds breathe fire,
And no songs are heard.
We trudge across desert winds,
As much at the brink of victory as of defeat.
The storm and its shadow
Gyrate like angry dancers
Spiraling into unseen skies.
We too spiral up
Towards tapering precipices in our minds -
Lands with few footprints -
To see utopia and insanity
By each other's side
And to know that we belong to both.
Our lashes and brows yellow,
Quixotic recollection of home
Become intangible whispers.
The winds swallow them.
And when we begin to see
How vulnerable we are,
That we know, the victory is ours.