Bhrajo

PAIR OF GLASSES

Pair of glasses
Resting gently on the table,
Near a chilled bottle of cola
Touching each other often
With a tinkling melody of hope;
Cheers to life and all that is yet to be.
The cola they shared as content,
Is a portrait of the coldness of life
And their perpetual bond of love
Which they carried within them
Under the waves of the warm wind.
Pair of glasses so cold
Like the values they carry,
Dripping water like tears.
If ever they sweat, if ever they cry,
It was worth it.
How else will they serve their purpose?
The purpose that placed them
In precious drawers above the others
Their union was painful, but it has value.
Yet even they got broken
When they lost sight of vision
Growth and progress is good,
But without vision,
They shatter the very essence of life.
Today as we drink chilled cola from this pair of glasses,
I ask myself, and I ask you too:
What are you growing into?
Where are you progressing to?

Bhrajo
to me