by Anushree Bose
Failure in life, and especially in love, is often inevitable. We can either clamp down and shrink ourselves or show up and shine anyway. This is a poem on resilience; a whimsical sketch of a woman, a romantic, who refuses to be hardened by the hard experiences.
She, still the silly girl!
The hopeless romantic!
Relishing David Whyte poems
in Florentine cafés;
young at heart and
full of hopes gigantic!
Gathering goodbyes like flowers
as tokens from her random encounters.
Framing people with delight,
in her dreamy, guileless eyes;
she captures their songs
and their banter.
The glass of her love,
is always full; half with hope
and half with sigh.
The spaces she slips through,
smell of her smile.
And the kisses that find her,
are fossilized for time.
When love leaves through the door
like a whimsical seagull, or
is lost over the years
like an unaddressed letter,
she gathers herself,
richer by experience,
still undeterred.
Moving on after all,
is not quite like getting by.
The haunt of recollections fond,
will linger on and on.
And tested she will be, often,
despite her gumption;
she may cry and crumble like
a freshly-baked confection.
And love will catch up eventually;
without even trying.
Because life favours those like her,
afraid of the fall yet flying!
Anushree Bose is a clinical researcher who loves to write, read and wonder. She holds a PhD in Psychiatry and a Master’s degree in Psychology. She is passionate about research on auditory hallucinations in schizophrenia. Penning her sensitivity is her way of unwinding after work. Some of her writings have published at Berlin Art Parasite, The Elephant Journal, The Wagon Magazine and Spark.
