Moving On…

move on

Time went on and
so did I
finally gloomy winds
said a good-bye..

The sun rose
and shined with glory
life started to write
yet another story..

The breeze promised me
that the waters will be calm
dreams went on
holding future in my palm..

I saw the moon
which gave me solace
and I walked ahead
to a bright new place..

moving on

~ no more love ~

 
Grass was green
Sky was blue
Sun was shining high
but still there was
a heart not happy
looking up in the sky…

That maple leaf
was like his life
broken down from the tree
now no life;
now no joy;
now remains no glee…

Leaf was green once
it was very happy
but now it has turned brown
and that joyous heart
also with his loss of love
slowly-slowly drowns…

Why did it happen,
yells the innocent heart
who will answer me..?
Just like the leaf
flying across the sky
searching for another life, maybe…

But this leaf is
still unknown
what is coming ahead,
is it the garden,
full of roses or
is it thorns-full bed..?!?

For the leaf, journey has just
started; don’t end it like this
my dear!
But one may always think
what happened to the heart,
O dear lord, I fear..!!

With the course of time,
both found death
and thus ended their search,
now no-more the love remains,
and no tree
for the birds to perch..!!
 

a victory story

Believe it or not, it happened today,

While I was lost, I found that pin in the hay..

It reminded me, of the pricks n the pain,

Which it gave me, and drove me insane..

I looked at it, with a smirk on my face,

Thinking of what should I do, and the punishment ways..

O boy! It talked back to me, taking me by a surprise,

Begging me for forgiveness, asking me its price..

Price! O no! There’s no value of my sufferings, I know I have to set u right,

So that you don’t trouble anyone, and especially stay out of my sight!

O benevolent! Have mercy on me, Thou has the power to free me,

I promise I promise, I’ll do as u say, but one condition that you set me free..

I sit under the tree, thinking what to do,

Finally the apple fell, and my mind instantly decided too..

I use my strength, against the Satan who took my sleep away,

Burnt me alive, and laughed at me all the way..

I turned my pin, into the memories of my pain,

To look at it every day as it becomes my key to be sane..

Now I keep my pen down and look at the ring on my hand,

Yes, a silver lining can make a petty pin look grand..

# on the conquest of all inner and outer ‘pins’