A Tale of all Tales

Sometimes, you don’t need the words in a song

Sometimes, just a look is enough

As self explanatory as a sunrise

Or ponds of moonlight on leaves

How else are sagas of feelings shared

Between those who are bonded

How else in that one sparkle in your eye

Depths of sadness or joy seen

But just as oceans of pearly white clouds

Become raging black holes

The same way the darkest times

Give way to greatest stories

Of courage and honor weaved

Into epics to be retold years hence

Sometimes proclaimed aloud

Sometimes secretly told

– Shruti Krishna

All original content copyright Shruti Krishna, 2012