Day 266: Warmth in the Cold

While at a concert for BRIC nations with Yo-Yo Ma and others, I was reminded by one of the performers that it is Diwali the festival of light back home. Once in a year back home in India, the skies light up with more sparks of light than you can fathom as it aptly celebrates the festival of light or Diwali. Diwali is not just celebrated as a festival of light but rather as a victory of good over evil, and right over all wrong. There is a concept that tells you that there must be a balance between these too the one called  Yin and Yang among some cultures. Though some of us are thousands of miles away on this day, I can only share a little warmth from the candles and diyas(lamps) that glow on that night and a company that I share with them. As I write this on a cold winter evening, and the wind makes it only a bit harder. The sunlight has long faded away

Warmth in the Cold
Here's to the many lights that flicker, these warm candles somewhere tonight
They are reminders of roads we take back home, some that we can't this night
They are longer lines of a poetry that we think of and sometimes write
As our thoughts are tucked into bed somewhere, but they refuse to sleep tight

Come with me to places where hope never fades from the restless eyes
Where you are whatever you can choose to be, for me that will suffice
We are looking for music that speaks to our soul, that plays in our mind
Yet somehow the hardest thing to write down, the hardest one to find

Here's to the in(s) and out, to the shortcuts we sometimes know
They are somewhere buried in the first layers of the winter snow
They are cold and warm together, I melt over and over again
Hoping for something new every time, as you call me a bit insane

For some reminders of this night, seat numbers and ticket stubs we keep
We keep telling ourselves there is an encore, there is much more before we leave
Insignificant at best, and sometimes forgotten and unknown
These are my warm wishes, from a cold place, the only ones I show