A Box of Matches

A Box of Matches

Not that
I didn't feel
The healing touch of
Cherubic Lightening.

No I am not chronically inflicted by
Doubts. It's just that ...
I have stopped celebrating,
Few Random Moments of sunshine
Reaching me, sneaking through
Cracks in the cloud.

I know,
I know it's real, it's true,
It is mine, and meaningful.
Yet, it is ephemeral,
It won't be there
Next time I sob on the window sill,
It won't be there
Next time I stumble and fall,
Next time I drink my tears,
Or when I fear my fears.

It's better to treat the oasis
As mirage, because, it took me
A life time to live with thirst,
You quenched it once,
and now
It may take light years.

Oh Wise Princess,
To a Beast of darkness,
Rather than a Rainbow,
Grant a Candle and
A Box of Matches.

Raj Jain

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