Hope

It rained last night. And how.

If I was quiet enough, I swear I could hear

the hissing sighs of the earth, that was scorched, for so long.

Or maybe they were just mine.

I shook my head several times to make sure I knew…

My head spun, on the inside.

Something just broke open.

The carefully managed silos

Of thoughts and dreams, and fears and hopes

The joys and heartbreaks

The vivid and hazy pictures of the future

Just as the vivid and hazy pictures of the past

I can’t remember or understand when and how they blend.

But they do.

In one moment, with the toss of a head

The ring and sting,  of some words

And the silos break down.

The container spills open, and out pour the colours

Some thick, some thin, some dark, some hazy, some bright

And mix. For once

Free Of their silos, and definitions and expectations and boundaries.

Hope, holds them..

Doesn’t rush to contain or clean the “mess”

But, tenderly patiently just allows.

Not judging, Not caging

But just being,

Well.. kind, I guess

I think, hope is like that, Kind.

For now,

Kind is enough.

Don’t we hope all our lives? I wonder.

With every breath we take, we hope the next one will come

We just forget, the kind bit, sometimes.

And those times,

It rains.

Just as a reminder.