Birth

Thoughts on the occasion of my birthday.

Birth

Born in August
I'm a child of fall
Of a time of change.
A transformation of colours
Pursues me.
Of dying leaves and
Emptying Boughs.
Those crows with beads
On their feet have departed
As the blue sky, like a Mother,
Gathers her tufts of gray,
It turns dark quicker than it did yesterday.
A quiet rain is to follow.
Muted but wild.
With no fight left to finish,
All that remains is to relinquish existence.

In the frigid winter
Hearts drawn on frosted windows
Are snatched away by layers of ice.
A cold breath exhaled
The final sip of water
What survives is long gone.
Asleep somewhere perhaps
To awaken again someday.
Or is Death the true awakening.
This is the darkness that we all come from.
Like a mothers womb
It nourishes us until we are ready
To live again.
Whether it is the interval between plays,
Or the play between intervals,
A tragedy or a comedy,
Whether we like it or not,
Darkness follows the spotlight
And a change of costumes follows us from the moment we are born.
---Megha (08/30/08)