Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The beauty in life after!

The old yellow leaf
Let go from its world,
Floats in the air,
And swings its way down,
To place itself on the grey tomb.
The birds chirp sweetly,
In a sound that is almost music.
The leaves of the dark green trees,
Rustling in the wind,
Makes the place colder.
The loud silence is ending.
The dew drops are drying.
The sun is almost peeping out.
The insects crawl back home.
The breeze sings the hymns.
A beautiful morning.
In the most genuine place ever.
A place that paves way to heaven.
Millions of memories stay reduced in a stone.
The most genuine emotions stay contained in the place.
A place with dried tears of love.
A place where the blessed and the sinned are laid,
To reach the destined place away from the world.
A world of its own.
A life after the life.
After meeting the ultimate truth.
The truth of death.
The one truth that cannot be denied.
The truth that is most true of all.
The truth that one has to accept.
That comes calling the one time.
Most feared, yet it bores beauty to it.
It has to be embraced when its time.
With a smile that says all.
It has to be loved the way one loves life.
It has to be respected for what it is.
The most genuine truth.
The one that makes the world as much as the life.
The one that makes us ponder.
And yearn for love when you wait for it.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The moon and me

Some days, sometimes
There is nothing you can do to feel good.
You know what hurts.
And you know it cannot be changed.
Nor accepted with a smile.
It kills.
Yes, loneliness does that.
It is not about having no one to care.
It is much deeper.
The feeling of wanting something.
And never having it.
A feeling of want becoming a need.
A feeling of the minds closing in.
A feeling of trying to break the walls around,
Built by oneself and the world.
A feeling of not knowing what it is.
A feeling that can only be let out in tears.
And some anger, perhaps.
A feeling that words always fail to express.
Understood by none
Other than the heart in pain.
A feeling that is felt
With some pain, always.
A lonely walker.
Down the lonely road.
Wanting much more and..
Trying to forget the dreams that never came true!
Looking up at the sky of stars
And the one moon.
As lonely as I am.