The Storyteller's Tale

I will not tell you my story
For I have no story to tell
Just stringing  random selection of words
That resonate in the well

The well of  secret tears like ambergris  unshed
The silken slime of shame and dry grimy  puddles of dread
Somedays in morning's honey
My mind rings like a bell
The good the great the beautiful
Soft chimes that foretell

Your store of tears their story untold
They will not stay contained
Someone walks besides you
To wipe these tears he sent

I am not a here
And nor over there am I
My path begins the glory
And sorts out your hows and whys
You will dance the song of your story
Till you make  your author cry...
And your  own cause validate
Yourself indemnify.

Never were there  departures
And never there are goodbyes
The Is that  exists is the only cause For on its ashes the Phoenix shall rise.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014