Each mountain had memories
And each stepping stone had a story to tell
About a man who lived
Who enlightened the world
And forever to go..
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.
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.
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 .
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.
Thirteen feets above the ground,
i stood on the concrete floors of rock.
Watching the farthest land of men,
built with heights and
lights to attract.
Beautiful indeed are those views,
not a single tree blocked my sight,
not a single mountain left.
Man had vanished it with a blink of an eye.
Alone I stood for I had no pals,
nor could I engrave those in words.
For I saw beautiful of the sights,
Ocean of lights and land of heights.