Rainbows – II


Rainbows are not for everyday …

Their essence is transcience,

The bitter sweet poignance

Of a beloved who died young.

Born from the slow dying

Of a million rain drops

They cast a magic spell

Of laughter and tears

On all my empty days.

Rainbows are not for everyday

I keep them folded away

For a rainy day.

Till a magical fragment

Of memory

Explodes …..

And they blaze across the sky

Setting the day afire

With their radiance.

Overtaking me with the wonder

Of an undeserved gift.

Rainbows are not for everyday.

A rainbow is a bridge

And a bridge is for passing

You cannot hold a

rainbow in your hand.

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