Cobwebs

 Cobwebs.

Of travails and trivia. 

Of grind and gaiety. 

Of plethora and penury. 

And beneath these critter homes, 

the cracks, the brokenness, 

and this hollowness,

we shine,

each one of us, 

in bits and pieces.

We all have that spark

in our souls, 

that is

subdued, sublime, sufficing.

Our eyes light up,

hearts, swell with love,

spirits, zealous with passion,

when we dust away 

those niches of our being

that hold our earnest desires.

We all thrive 

on such

slivers of dreams, 

subtle sparkles of hope. 

But we all hide them 

under the blanket layers

that tempt us to conform. 

If only, ah! If only. 

We become, 

who we really are. 

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗