Each mountain had memories
to unfold
And each stepping stone had a story to tell
About a man who lived
ages ago
Who enlightened the world
And forever to go..
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Condensed Thoughts
She took that vessel she had used once Poured in boiling milk to it As she stirred the hot drink Her mind stirred and twirled back to the days she lived in her nest Those blankets, those sheets, the curtains, the fragrance.. What else not Each and every corner had her soul in it The nest she had sewed with her dreams Still lives in her mind like an unsolved misery.
Sea Shells
Each waves of the sea,
comes to the shore
to leave behind
those tiny shells,
who were longing to meet
the sun and the land .
Little did they know
that their transit wasn't easy enough.
Carried by each wave they saw,
flying high and flowing low,
Up and down sliding through
the slippery path.
Not just one,on thousands of
ripples and tides they swayed.
Just to reach where they adored.
She
He, lived behind the lines…
She, with the scars ,
that made those lines ..
those lines of her poem…
A silly writer
Humble
Humble is the word, that the world forgot
While stumbling with the life you’ve got .
Thousand hands forward to comfort,
believe or not never fall for defeat.
Remember always
the hands that support ,
Shelter them when you’ve got.
Work for you ,cuz you’ve got
People to share and people of need
Ignore your greed
And gather them to lead
To the world of love
And to the world of peace .
Hope
Every sunrise opens the door of the chest in which Pandora has stored Hope! It flies out to the wide bright sky sprinkling every heart the colors of its wings...
Finding Me
The chattering sound of the rain
Awoke all the senses of her brain
The desire ,the passion,the love
And all that makes her a women
The desire, yearns for the unattainable .
The passion, set her free,
The love, brought her back to life.
And all together she became Me.
I not only saw the rain
But felt it with all my veins
As every drop slid down on me
I looked at the sky
Being fully me.
Young at heart
Everything feels like yesterday…
Maybe my heart isn’t just yet ready to get older.
Behind Lives
As I walk through the streets of life,
the roads were long and felt very narrow ,
the atmosphere suffocated all around.
People running behind their lives,
Some had a grip and
Some slipped a bit,
But none I saw sat behind.
High and ecstatic on a side,
Coats and bows were their pride.
Low and casual on the other side,
Kept their pace without leaving behind.
None had a choice
but to let life decide,
where to begin and
Where to explore.
