You are my weakness, my love.
We dwell in different bodies.
And our separation petrifies me.
Aches my heart when you are in pain.
Tearing apart making me insane.
Yet I am sane when you’re nigh.
As long as you’re safe, I feel fine.
Our closeness pampers me.
Because my soul resides in you,
yours in mine.
And I realize my strength is you,
my love.
I lacked the sound to voice my thoughts, but the needle of wisdom stitched my thoughts with words to form tales bedecked with aesthetic tapestries.
Through the words
I felt the emptiness.
Through the sentences
I felt the emotions.
Through the pages, I lost track of the
chapters.
Through the author
I found my reflection.
Through the book
I found my life.
The Sun beamed with ecstasy,
And the clouds roared with tears of joy.
The winds added harmony to nature’s taste.
The trees swayed along with nature’s pace,
and the blooming Earth embellished nature’s face.
The glistening rays met the glinting drops,
A picturesque creation reminding the love from God.
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.
No one dares
to speak for the unspoken.
No one dares
to listen to the unprivileged
No one dares
to perceive the penury
of the poor.
I shall rule the world
says the leader.
EXPECTATION:
We all are one,one caste, one humanity.
REALITY :
“Hey, look at him, his face looks disgusting”
“She is a bookworm”
“They are so funny, we should get around with them a lot”.
“He is so our type we might get along with him well”.
“Let’s avoid them, they are of no good”.
“I don’t want to be with her, she is hideous”
People still act the same, they see things differently and the world still stays divided.
Biblichor 