You know how grief leaves shadows?
Dukh ki parchaiyya?
What hurts more than them
Are the shadows cast of exiled happiness.
"Sukh ke saaye"
If these sukh ke saaye had a personification,
They would probably look like a giggly girl.
And smell of soil fresh after rain
Like the newly painted oars of boats that have just set sail.
Like the girl, they feel warm to be around
Put a smile on your face, remind you of a crush
And smile at you like flowers on that fragrant smile
Until you stamp on them amidst a mad rush.
Because that's when you see that the soil is now mud
Mud that gets upturned as the oars hit the waters
The oars get dirty, the girl turns bitchy
And the sails get shorter.
Once again the smiles turn to tears
And the memories get overcome by woes
It's at these moments when you see why
The Sukh ke saaye were better off as shadows..
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