Sunday, August 25, 2013

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 

Friday, August 23, 2013

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 clich├ęs
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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