A Pink Place

When I think of death, I go and listen to the sermons of a religious scholar. When I think of life, I go and listen to the jokes of my grandchildren. When I am stranded between life and death, I come back to my heart, a pink place! Where there is someone, beautiful and loving, I try to look at that unseen someone, I shy to talk with that silent someone, I fly to the endless space, I cry there for an endless time. When I am stranded somewhere in a journey to the infinity, I come back to my heart, the master of grace! The infinity is a mirage, when I spread my arms, it moves away leaving some of its charms for me. When I say, I love you sweetheart, it starts twinkling in the stars. When I say, I want to kiss you sweetheart, it springs roses for me. When I say, I want to hug you, pleasant winds start blowing. I come back to my heart, that changes its mood with the weathers, Icicles on the glass of a sweet home in winter, delicious mangoes hanging outside the windows during the reign of the heat stoker. A vagabond cloud, not afraid at all in the lightning and thunders. A bird singing sad songs for the fallen leaves, and there I find beauty of love, personified as a woman, with silver on her head, with gold in her old bosom, putting her head on my left arm, sleeping, dreaming, and smiling. What a pink place is it, finite yet Infinite!