Building of dreams…

You guys have to bear this little monologue, before you could step into the post..

This is my first submission for Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge..

For those of you, wondering, what is this in the picture, it’s where moulded clay are burnt to bricks..

Which is a very common sight, if you travel through certain parts of Tamilnadu..

The cry of clay

I hope you too found the sad face..

The splatter of that paint is also a very common sight, yet what makes it interesting is the formation of the sad face..

A fragment of those thousand words spilled in colors, are captured in few words too..

Building of dreams

I know that,

The fire within
Is gonna
Scorch
Burn
Harden
Decolor
Distort
And torture me,
For days,
Till I yield to it..

The pain
Is not
Simple
To endure..

Yet,

For me
To grow and glow
I must endure pain..

I also know that,

The images
We form
As a kid
Are the hardest
To be replaced..  

Hence, I accept,

All this pain,
The endurance
The perseverance
As part of me
And my younger days…

So,
One day,
I could be
In the dream house
Of another child..

Yet,
I weep for
The pain..
Of
Not yet reaching
My destiny…

— The words of the to-be-brick clay

Edit note:

The above pic is the edited and here’s the unedited one..

The cry of clay

Please do let me know, which one do you like..

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai