Gone With The Wind…

The moment I returned to my true home,

I started to gradually fade from the memories of my loved ones who had accompanied me from birth to death,

strangers never knew of my existence and my kith and kin began to forget about the fact I even existed once.

I was completely erased from this world of unending miseries the moment the ones who gave me birth took their leave just like me excluding the fact that I had an unexpected early departure.

Before it all gets evanesced, for the one last time, as I glance back at the journey of my life through the memories I had made there, it was unforgettable and excruciating, yet quite beautiful and divine.

“I have learned many lessons, I hope to learn more”, says my soul, as it embarks on the journeys of life with many disguises.

Covert Hands

The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,

freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.

The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.

I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.

My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,

she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.

Untold Love Tale

He was my childhood friend, we didn’t talk much but our eyes spoke a lot. We never got a chance to speak with our voices and we never got to exchange our names let alone our feelings for each other. I don’t know where he is at present or he doesn’t know where I’m. But I am sure the intense fervency that came to life when we were close still exists in the distance stifling us, no matter how far apart we are or nigh maybe, who knows. Let fate decide.

Wise

“The age is just a number, your real age is defined by the number of mistakes you make and how much you have learnt from it, how much you have grown, for that I am still young, lad, so think before you call me grandpa”- he laughed hysterically yet fervidly at the newspaper boy.

He was too wise to be a ‘madman’, that was what the people called.

Futile

The one born without vision longed to see, to express his opinion without fear of fallacy.

The one born without voice
longed to speak, to express his opinion in his words of wisdom .

The one born without ears
longed to hear, to express his opinion by listening to with love .

The one born with everything decided to remain deaf, blind and mute.

Dream

He ran fast.
The crowd applauded.
His only focus was the ribbon
at the end.In a few minutes
he broke off the ribbon.
Cheers could be heard and
his name was called out.

Through the window
while sitting on his wheelchair
he saw his dream come true.
Though he was limited by
his legs,his imaginations had
no limitations.