Stardust

Stardust

When the thought of you brings me a smile
and trades nightmares for lullabies
I'll think of them as orange rays
that fill the crinkles of my eyes.

When your song I find in trees
and stone and snow and rocks and sea
I'll think of it as cool green breeze
that lifts my flames past the leaves.

And when I feel my love for you,
It's pure, unadulterated hues,
I'll think of it as lone stardust
sprinkled on my grave of blue.

A boxful of love was delivered to my house yesterday. The fact that my parents sent me a big pink butterfly-shaped balloon proves that they think I am 6 years old. The fact that I love it proves that I am. :-/

All the goodies absolutely made my day. Aah, the benefits of being a spoiled brat. :)

"And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside."
- Arundhati Roy, (The God of Small Things)

It is the tendency of human nature to ignore the Big Things, even when they are chewing us up inside, desperate to break out and start a story of their own, and still, we keep them hidden, afraid that if released they would spread like spores and fill everyone with the knowledge of your vulnerabilities. So we make a big deal of the Small Things. It is what keeps us all happy, sane, and helps us survive.

I live in denial of Big Things, and Big words, looking at them with the corner of my eye. Yes, it is the tendency of my nature to smooth over the Big Things, while My God of Small Things stands forlorn, invalidated. I pretend to be content with what I give, and revel in the small tokens of acceptance that I might throw your way.