Solace

 I call out your name dear one, when I have to find myself in the midst of these busy crowds, when serenity in this bustle is all I ask for. 

The one who drapes the magnanimous blue in shades of ivory cotton. In your ever changing form, lies the transient reality of life, reminding me of both: my relevance and insignificance. 

'Nothing MATTERS' or 'NOTHING matters' ?  

It is this truth that I question, upon having my curiosity piqued due to your fearlessness at the face of 'change'. At times you shine bright and at times you're covered in the gloomy gray. It is the 'vastavikata' of life indeed. 

A child lost in a fair who doesn't know where to go, a sailor lost in the sea, unaware of which way to follow, lead the path out of these woods true one. The lost self is reborn.

~h.