It is a fragile world ...

Dearest,
It is a fragile world ...
And our bubble of happiness
needs but a little prick of reality ...
for the magic to crumble...
Just a cold dash of logic
for it to crash...
Just a blink of an eye
for the charm to vanish ...

What is it that binds us ?
What deeper yearning that
connects us ?

Somewhere a soul is craving
for resonance..
It is yours and it is mine
and it is everyone we know...
And yet we cloak our fear in ego ...
and hide our vulnerability with our pride....
Even if deep down we know ...

If we be very still...
and don't still the voice of madness within...
We will know the preciousness of being vulnerable ...
the utter truth of it...
the magic of staying true ...
to our deeper selves...
We will seek the other
so that the best in us is kept alive
and the other is a custodian of our vulnerability fragile ...

And yet we allow the cloak of
indifference,
the mask of triviality
and the mundane to enter
at their will,
to cast their spell on us...
We allow the death of the divine
celebrate the sanity of
logic and reason...
and call the magic madness...

Hush... my dearest ...
I am vulnerable right now
Gloriously and beautifully so...
Never been more fragile ...
nor more alive...
and words are a poor fill
for the richness of a singing heart...

It is a fragile world o dearest
and our souls just embraced...
Did you feel it ?
I did...

And I am caught in the magic of it still...

               Srividya Srinivasan - 10/10/2011