Still alive!

When the birds fly towards a wrong way

Leaving their home far away,

With only memoirs of olden times

When I close my eyes,

The tears start caressing my cheeks

And the nights become bleak,

Though we were put together like the earphones

Like when they are kept without attention!

As I think of him

The reminiscences befall grim,

At times I droop

Like I had a spoonful of cough syrup,

Perhaps, even the fire has turned icy

And I turn out to be frenzy,

I feel it might be god’s prank

Although I already sank,

But I still hear that melody

Which keeps me still alive!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda 

Food for the soul

For some reaching the mountain top is overwhelming

For others sky is the limit,

But a few relish their every moment

In exploring the eternity!

For some triumph comes evidently

For others after putting that extra tad,

But a few look beyond those clichés

And spend their time, watching the birds!

For some work is worship

For others sincerity and compassion is,

But a few, put in, a whole lot

In knowing themselves utterly!

Maybe honesty and contemplation is not enough

Neither is integrity and benevolence,

For the soul requires nothing

As, itself is complete!

This post is a part of  WriteTribe 100 Words on Saturday#3, Meena’s prompt.

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