Feelings, words and sun etc…!

A page has been dropped…

In the chronicle of life…

It has been turned from right to left,

A day has been ceased…

In the calendar of time….

It has been overlapped into depth.

…………………………………

A day without you….

A date without clue…..

Words are flowing with feelings

Feelings of eternal longings.

…………………………………

…………………………………..

Let the feelings fly

To the sky so high…..

And you are walking into the rhyme!

…………………………….

One day will come…

You will be again mine.

A sun will rise tomorrow another time!

Cloud nine.................(a poem)

Each day I remember you in my tears

Earlier you used to be my smile,

Each day I wait to be lifeless

Earlier you used to be my life.

How long to end this road?

Will you be there at the end?

How many tears to reckon?

Will you be there if I beckon?

………………………………………

I will wait for you…..

Till the end of time…

Till the end life…

Till the end of tears…!

……………………………………..

Then I will smile

With you…

when you will hold my hand……

and take me to heaven!

………………………………………

We will walk in the morning shine….

Till the end of the sky.

……………………………………….

A new heaven is there….

I know in my heart….

You will come back to me

As you are my heaven.

Raindrops….a poem!!!!!

Such a pure weather…...serene and exotic;

silver raindrops…

against my face…,

trickling down my hair….,

around my fingers….,

they hold my hand and took me for an odyssey….

…an odyssey…...so nostalgic…..!

...somehow....;

my mind is walking alone ...

in forgotten boulevard of those golden days.....

...... when death was my shadow...!

if you still remember…….

our escapades in the silver rains...,

if your heart still pine for those moments….

…………………………………………………………….

……Then you are again invited ....!

Oh’ my futile effort to catch the sands in my hand…

it’s a gift in itself….

The feel so real….of those long walks together…

There was no shadow…following us in the rains…!

I was in love with death.

It was raining when I died… and now also it is RAINING…!

When world comes to an end …! - a poem

Breathing is an effort

Smile is pretend,

Words are irrelevant

Life itself is so vacant.

……………………………

When world comes to an end…,

Every dawn befall such a load!

Another journey starts to fake

Till the date ends,

It’s the tragedy of being alive

Among the dead.

……………………………..

When world comes to an end…,

Every feat befits such wasted!

Hollow deeds have to be woven

Till the end of time,

It’s the comedy of the sweat

With empty rhyme.

……………………………..

When world comes to an end…,

Every question crafts such a conceit.

Sense with no essence has to be felt

Till the death of being,

It’s the loyalty of the intruder

For the pity.

………………………………

When world comes to an end…,

Life proffers me adieu.

Tears with blush has to be giggled

Till the loss of faith,

It’s the royalty of love

For the death. 

…………………………..

When world comes to an end…,

My heart averts to sense you.

A life ended with so much passion,

Some tears are still waiting for a new sun.

If only there would have been a sky  !!!!!!!

  

Sun of My Yelda !!!!!---a poem

My eyes are empty without you,

Words are silent and erratic few.

Smiles are tired of waiting….,

Tears are tired of acting…!

………………………..

Emotions are so crystal and icy,

Feelings are upset and fiery.

My essence is so restive,

As you are not with me.

………………………..

Life is a myth for the flickering greet,

Love is a riddle for the drifting spirit.

Death is the answer for the essence,

You are the necessity for my credence.

………………………….

Now again….

after the longest dark winter night………

…………………………….

Eyes are flickering with life,

Words are rhythm with melt ice.

Smiles are game with lovely spirit,

Tears are feeling the fiery heat.

……………………………

You are the sunshine of my long Yelda****......

O’ My beloved Sun……Take me in your arms…….!!!!!

…………………………….

Essence is answered now…..,

when the warmth of morning sunshine cuddled me anew.

……………………………

Death is Sun to the Yelda !!!!!!

 

(***Note:        Influenced by Khaled Hosseini’s ‘The Kite Runner’.

                        In Afghanistan, ‘Yelda’ is the first night of the month Jadi, the first night of the winter, the longest of the year………… Yelda is the starless night tormented lovers kept vigil, enduring endless dark, waiting the sun to rise and bring back their loved one.’) (pg no 125)

A Drop of Tear…..(a poem )

A drop of tear is crying…

It feels helpless,

As nobody cares it…

It feels worthless.

It is shouting with anger…

For it has none talking,

It is frustrating to see….

How it resumes sulking.

It cries for its own life…every time it is born,

It senses the loath…every instant it is thrown.

It prefers its death… every point it is dead,

It feels the burnt of life…every while it is shed.

The drop of tear

Gets all ditched,

For the mistakes 

It never commits.

Oh my little one….

Come to me….!

U r precious,

I promise you….

For I shall always love you.

The drop of tear… is the lone company I have,

Memory of moment spent with it…. I gonna’ save.

Cos I understand the burden of living,

Cos nobody bothers to sense my being.

Two lonely souls…now happy together,

The drop of tear also cries with laughter.

DEATH - A Junction to a new LIFE

A beautiful journey may not guarantee us a wonderful destination. But a stunning destination is definite about to be followed up by a beautiful journey. A road may be full of hurdles but end purpose may be very beautiful and exciting. When one becomes sure of the wonderful destination, all the difficulties in the journey becomes irrelevant. In that case the pain of the journey becomes also worth taking again and again.

So is the LIFE. Life is a journey. It is a journey full of excitement and beauty. Life is a journey to DEATH. Well …I m not a pessimist person and I have no intention of drawing a gloomy picture here.

Life is a journey to death and this can well be very exciting. If the purpose of journey is exciting then I hope one can be sure about a wonderful journey. The core of Life is our soul. Soul is never ending. Soul is just infinite. Our soul is a part of some divine and grand purpose which is magnanimous then universe itself. Universe is created by GOD. Our soul is created by GOD along with the universe as well. Every soul has an infinite lifetime as soul can not be destroyed with the death of the body. Death happens to the body only unlike the core of it and that is the soul.

Birth is all about celebrating LIFE. Life is all about celebrating death. ….now that will raise a question in most of the minds……!!!!!!! Death is limited to our physical body only. The journey of Soul is infinite. So with a death the soul may rest or may change its mere worldly dress. The worldly dress of a soul is the physical body. With a death the soul still continues its journey to its supreme purpose. So life is the celebration of death as death may be considered only as a junction for a different journey to be started. In that outlook the whole perspective may change for an exciting twist. In the beginning of a new journey normally everybody becomes excited when one knows the destination is going to be beautiful. So death may be treated with a new flavor altogether if we consider it to be a beginning of next journey!

After death the soul just continues for its next purpose. Endless experiments and expedition is still going on to know the exact life after death experience. History, Religion and Philosophy etc also tries to give so many explanations about death but world of wisdom is not yet satisfied with the answer. Here, we can also say that as nobody yet could experience and feel the state of life (???) after death so the world does not know the feel. It is this enigmatic character of death which makes it so special. ‘Death Is Special’. Because here innumerable examples are easy to be found that death makes a person very worth praising for many times after death. But when the person was living, people around don’t bother to show truly the love, care, affection, respect, importance etc to that person and many times get involved into many nasty arguments but when the person dies in a fraction of seconds all people starts praising his qualities. In that case we can say that death makes a man worth living. So death is itself more special then life!!!!!! This is just one example but the list can go on. In life people are being hated/quarreled/fought/argued but after death the very same person is only appreciated by the same opponent. Life can make one feel negative but death can not. Nobody till now is known to feel or experience the life after death (!!!!). So other way round one can infer DEATH is all full of positivism in the absence of negativity!

It is this amazing quality of mystery that makes death an attractive subject for many. With death the experiences, reactions and feelings of a person meets an end. The death of a plant and animal also creates the void but here the theme is not considered of other then human beings, as apart from human beings other living beings are not considered to be able to feel or experiencing and expressing an accurate reaction to an action. The feelings with experiences and the power of expression only makes the human birth the most exclusive amongst the living beings of this world.

          So if we try to view the picture little differently then a whole new aspect unfolds in front of us. Every body is little bit worried of death as a whole. But this new vision can change the attitude towards death. There are many in this world that may suffer from some deadly disease/accident etc and may just await death in a short time. There is no-one matured who does not have the experience of the tragedy of a death of some closed one. But if we can view death as just the end of the physical journey excluding the soul then it will be much easier to accept the concept. Then again many will think that it is easier to write then to apply to real life. The attempt here is to just focus on the journey of the soul which is infinite and the ultimate objective may be to attain the excellent harmony in the awareness of the Almighty.

          In life one may experience everything one attempts to with a positive attitude. Though some times life offers tougher tests to pursue it may be only some hurdles to redefine our life for a much broader meaning. We only need to live life with a complete positive attitude to fulfill our purpose on this earth. Any simple experience, feelings, emotion on earth may seem unworthy which in turn actually may have a different perspective for the soul. Soul is the purpose we take birth here on earth. The body merely goes through many phases from birth till death to fulfill the purpose of the soul. The experiences here on earth through the body and mind may be what the soul strives to feel. In many instances we feel like a situation which is totally new but somewhat repetitive in our life. This is nothing but awareness at soul level. Our soul might have taken hundreds of births before the present one, so many situations seems to us repetitive as something similar might had happened to us in our earlier births. Thus we can even derive that soul can easily feel. Different births are nothing but only the way to fulfill the desire of the soul to experience the many perspectives of its highest purpose.

          So here is a thought about DEATH with a different twist. Let us see how this provokes the imagination of the brilliant minds with billionth ideas. DEATH can be a beautiful destination and life can well be an exciting journey ahead. So HAPPY JOURNEY and enjoy your present trip to the fullest!!!!!!!

Let's Wake Up the Child From Yesterdays!

Let's Wake Up the Child From Yesterdays!: An Example Description

Change Management: A Curtain Raiser

Change Management: A Curtain Raiser: An Example Description

A Sparkling Mirror

A Sparkling Mirror: An Example Description

Where Dreams Come True - Athkhelia Naamghar

Where Dreams Come True - Athkhelia Naamghar: An Example Description

To the PEN ... With Love...!

To the PEN ... With Love...!: An Example Description

Digboi - Reminisce of the British Aura !!

Digboi - Reminisce of the British Aura !!: An Example Description

Old Age Home: A Prospect For Twilight Hours

Old Age Home: A Prospect For Twilight Hours: An Example Description