For they will congregate
At the room corners
At the darkened spaces
Of mind, soul and body
And in the corners of dreams
Where light of sleep does not reach
They will grow like shadows
Or termites of ill will
They will weave webs
To trap the flying thoughts.
Curses fly like bats in the day
Hopelessly lost in light and heat
Like a scream let out in a glass cage
By freedom captivated before ages.
Curse not, because they come back
Like a ray of sun reflected by thousand mirrors
Or like love once lost and then patched up
With knots of unhappiness in each caressing.
No holy smoke could exorcise
Curses living in corners
Because we are the ones
Who fold ourselves to form corners
Because winds, waters, flowers and fragrance
Do not curse
They just bloom like a day dream
Dreamt for no reason,
But leaves a smile on all lips.
Corners are reversed ends of existence
From where you expect the endless
Stream of life and creativity
Why dry a pool with a spell of curse
When you are the eternal source of joy and bliss?