Permanence of Grief

By Avirit Aarne Choudhury

In this eternal courting of the stars, 

And the perfectly chaotic tides of the world,

There is much beauty to be found. 

Despite all to be seen there is more to be heard.

And all to be heard, is nothing when compared to all that is felt.

For when we feel, we become.

When a soul is forced to depart its kindred, there is beauty in that too.

The faint yet visible tear, the remarkably loud silence. 

Truly, in grief there is beauty.

And what is left after grief? 

Grief is but a festering wound, a constant.

A beautiful reminder of how twisted one's own mind can be.

Once grief is gone, what arises? 

The ironies of life, alive simply to die every time to grief.

Perhaps when my voice has healed from the silence.

Perhaps when my eyes forget what yours looked like.

And perhaps when the fabric of my soul forgets what type of stitches you used. 

Then perhaps, I will remember to be free.

By Avirit Aarne Choudhury