Dear Tragedy

Dear Tragedy, 

I wish I could help you out there. 

Amidst through the pains, I know how you feel, to be embraced by sickness and plagued by shame. Do you remember? An eerie winter night, when your cold breath fell on my sill, and when darkness cast her spell on my door…

I took you in and made you one of my own. Through the dim fog I wrenched my sack… the burden of an untimely death, the load of liaisons and those of debts. When it rained and poured, your shadow dropped and set up a start to (my) life’s ultimate draft. 

Through lies and treachery, I was engulfed in the flame of greed.  Far away from home, I recoiled back in despair. Trembling I moved my lips… parched and dry, far from the light I moved my face towards the sill. It was the same cold night (last year) of Christmas that I welcomed tragedy in.

 With guilt and shame I prayed my way to win (from tragedy). I ran a hungry road, with narrow path and caverns of flames. With truth by my side and the will to pave my way… it took me thousand miles and few warm smiles to finally arrive at the sunny gate…

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“I’m back mother… lemme smell sushi again”!

(paradigms of a homesick man)…ramya  thomas