A poem written about the pain of the lover who was abandoned by his lover and what he prayed as a blessing now hurts him as a never-ending curse. His art, his happiness, his anger, his sadness all filled with that curse or to say, the memory of her. However, when beauty of everything is lost in that curse, life finds a way to give a rhythm for a new lullaby.
On Another Note:
I’ve heard a long time back that when one door closes at least another will open. From the way things are going I know, there is a door that opened but I have no idea where that door is. So there is a possibility everything I can knock on can be a door. When in past I encountered such situations what I did was make necessary adjuments or even make dramatic changes like moving from one country to another. Every time I did that I always left everything I had behind and kept only connections strong enough to withstand the test of my fate in the was expanding time. I have always forgiven, forgotten but this time. Nope.