Unfulfilled Spirits

By Divya Devarajan

I see those lights, flicker and flair

with the wind it swivels, rocking as in a boat

A few steps to it, I see the glint

One two three- it grows within my eyesight

Taking a swipe at it, to grab on as for a firefly

It mocks me like a play- flying, skipping and teasing

'Who are you', I ask, curious of their charm

'Are you one's joy, or the light of unfulfilled wishes

The cry of unspoken words or

the warmth of momentary cuddles?'

'We are but parts of incomplete spirits'

They say, with sadness of deep despair

and then I see, in its eyes the thirst of incomplete birth

Of sudden demise, of unwritten vows

Of the sticky notes for tomorrow,

the reminders of the day's events

The grandeur of a future, some ten years away

All but ceased in a moment's dismissal

We swim alone along through this space

To see our words remembered and repeated

To quench our desire for living a life,

To see those dreams complete, to guide the kin ahead

To search for unfinished answers

And to rest once it's time to go far away

(In ode to those kindered spirits who leave this world as quickly as they came, without any warning, without any last words; just leaving because fate has it's own way)

By Divya Devarajan