The salt of the streaming tears,
Still remained on her face.
The wet of those tears,
Still dampened her stole.
And quite paradoxical to this all,
She hadn’t even cried that day.
It was only her soul all scathed,
That made her feel weak, and hurt.
As if taking a hint from around,
Life had suddenly decided to be cold and harsh.
No background, no past,
The present seemed gloomy, stung her heart.
Slowing down now, she took a deep breath,
Not quite knowing what to do next.
She closed her eyes, and sighing heavily, silently prayed for peace.
She hoped for comfort in this brazen winter- like hiccup tease.
But somewhere in her heart, and out of the corner of her eye,
She could already see a tiny ray of happiness- like warmth,
Making its way into this period of hiccup, promising to bring back the good times,
As it gave her solace, that she had gently once again, started her BEING – OPTIMISTIC STRIDE.