There lies an earthen goblet,
By the window-sill.
Its body cracked and colour tarnished,
With saline water in his fill;
The rain waters and salt has punctured his body
which was once polished and whole,
But look at him now, colourless…
Pitch black, as if without a soul.
The goblet lies idle , retracing its past,
The end of his life, he thought,
The end, the very last;
In his heart, the depth, there lies a mark,
And he goes back to the day,
The beginning, when it went-all-dark…
The End
It was a blackout that day,
The whole house was tucked in darkness.
Like a prophecy, to warn him,
of his future starkness.
But there came LIGHT! In the shape of a small flaming candle.
His master has chosen the Goblet for it to handle.
He poured some wax at the center where the patch now lies;
And sealed the candle to the Goblet, in a bond that ties.
The love then started and he felt the warmth of the candle and her glowing face;
Its flame which was poised and was shimmering, full of grace.
She melted and her flames spread the glow,
And the Goblet thought she was bonding.
But little did he know, she was getting depleted with time, and so was their love.
His body cracked with the heat but he focused what was above.
And then the inevitable came, the flame started flickering…
The fumes blackened his body and the wax started cluttering…
And then the flame vanished all of a sudden.
POOF! It was gone! Leaving a layer of wax which couldn’t ne removed.
Her skeleton, her ashes lay in the form of a burnt wick.
Inside the crack, which left him sick.
His master had then scraped out her torso which he was hugging
And then it put some salt and started scrubbing.
THE WAIT
But the ashes just won’t go off…
So he left it on the window-sill.
The Goblet remained there,
earthed and still.
His thoughts came back to the present by the click of the doorknob.
His master had returned from its job.
He saw that master was holding a small bonsai plant in its hand.
Its saplings light green, clustered with sand.
Master picked up the tattered Goblet ,
Put some mud and fixed the fresh sapling it it,
The cracks were soon sealed by the root, it was a perfect fit.
Two became none, then two became one.
They grew into a Universe, into nothingness.
There was everything and there was void.
They wrapped themselves and a touch was shared.
That eternal touch which didn't move… It was there.
(Epilogue)
He fell in love again… and it stayed.
They grew with each other, did not diminish.
Stories don’t need an ending,
Because life, love and infinity has no finish.
