Hiraeth

Cauvery Chauhan

Dark and fading;
Petals of brilliant colors gazing,
Yellow, orange, red, violet, and purple hue.
Standing amongst millions of myself,
Breaking, falling like a shooting star yet untouched –
Glorious, fast, and fierce.
Dreaming – making my wishes come true.
One, two, three – I slip and stumble,
Cross the bridges wrapped with fog, and mumble,
“Still wishing…”
My eyes closed as I travel from universe to universe,
Imagining, lying cold – subconsciously filled with infinite hopes and fears;
I step into the first location – lonely and dark.
Second becomes clear, concealing thousands of scars.
Third approaches and I lose my breath.
Fourth bright and innocent.
Fifth feels like warm summer breeze.
Just like that I slowly lose myself in the land of my tale and freeze,
Living every universe, every instance, every moment as it gets brighter.
Living yet dead.
Slowly I breathe back into the kingdom of realities,
The only place where I exist.