Constant as Change

Festivity, gaiety and beauty
In the soft, cordial breezes of spring
Invite into a warm amity
With surreal magnanimities beckoning
Hearts blossom, smiles captivate
And affection is a bottomless abyss
But nothing is as constant as change
As when warmth turns into heat
Drying up the elixir of life
Scorching to tan the hardening hides
And no moisture to hold it apiece
It cracks out and fissures
And bursts out in all turbulence
The once amiable sun
Sets in a fiery red
In a contrasting coldness of the night

But nothing is as constant as change
As when heaven’s tears soak the skin
Sprout from nowhere, envious greens
And sneaks croak out their kin
Those who run, get the shelter they seek
While still being wary, of where feet may slip
And some diplomatically safe
As an ant in the confines of a sweet home

But nothing is as constant as change
As when live green drops to the feet
Dead, trodden underneath
Once they promised a refreshing fervour
Now to drown into an autumn’s gloom
Seeking respite, solace
Revenge, society
For it poured too hard and left
All alone in a startling stillness
To choose between peace or dreariness

But nothing is as constant as change
As when the chills of surface reach the bones
The chaste mantle of the winter queen
Dreads in its own serene whiteness
Fearing a blot in snow’s purity
Cold feet, shoulders, hearts and words
Aye, so grateful to bless this curse
For amidst a world of chill and despise
One finds
Where true warmth lies