I flew to many aspirations
Perhaps, the aspirer compensates for the lack of heart’s warmth
Inner fire wanted to be lit with knowing
I am loved – a lot
I can love – a lot
My fire could lit a thousand abodes
All those without warmth
Many like me, their fire comes from lack of Grace
Still waiting for a welcoming abundance embrace
My cells can’t forget the warmth
I hold it in long and let it go
I let it linger
Then I whisper to the fire
The addresses of all those without warmth
May they all feel a moment of
Enough hay, Enough love
May the finds of the road lead through this passing
Where I can stop and count my enough
I leave some hope seeds for those others to sow
I can take back to one nest higher-a moving threads of light
that lights up the
‘Loved one’ in me
-rupika moitra
Flutter and Glide 