Prasanna Kumari		Life's little surprises on the upward surge.... the treasure-chest spilling pain which the tears are not able to measure the winding path on the meadows with shadeless trees the scorching heat which the summer is not able to calculate among the autumn dry leaves rustling thorny silence life's superlatives brushing on my cheeks winter mist treading on torture and torment to bleed.... sometimes the echo of soft gentle laughter adding spice with beauty's pain and the chill the winter is not able to feel the spring elusive.... forgotten in misery and pain embarrassment picking rights and wrongs adding to the burdened shoulder mysteries scattered on the path to feed on unknown fears sweeping memories lost and found enwrapped in numbness the shapeless shadow reflecting on the ripples of troublesome water on the cross-roads... baffled not for freedom's unlimited choice nor for love's unexplored joys but.... pining for a shore blossoming solace yearning for life's little surprises