Musing

End is a myth, for that I believe In a journey that prevails till the soul departs From the body of flesh and blood. And then it reave My being from a thousand dream; the rage starts, To be or not be! One last time, before destiny drifts us apart My love, let us walk down the same way, from where did we start. On a sunny summer morning, amidst the crowd When you came to me to unveil the shroud. Eyes were glued to my smiling face You looked away gently, I might catch you in case While staring at me, caressing my being. My Lord, that day or any other with him Can't be faded, nor can ever be dim. One last time, let me cherish all that I had With a spark in eyes and mind being glad; Which were once all mine, can I never hold them back? That morning of winter, with pretty little paws Entered our lives with a brush in hand and all that it draws Are mere patches of our way so far With a dash of red, alarming the scar. We are left with the time bestowed upon Us to ...

So what that we can't be together again Be it during the summer or at the call of rain? Your words will still foreshadow my glee With a smile tilted on your face, somehow still thinking of me! We won't be holding hands in the darkest of night, Neither will crook my brows when you will be out of sight. My ways will not further cross yours. But still, my love, you will smile and help me cure When the lush green will turn grey and the storm will sway In the chilly winter night. Far away, Into the woods, across the sea, As you close your eyes, my world will freeze; Your breath will run across my soul like the wintry breeze. My Darling, now that we're apart, I promise to giggle with the rising sun, Will not be afraid if thy memories burn Into ashes to make me smile. I promise to be brave through the thick and thin, Will not choke when you will be there in the back of my mind Or, when the wind will whisper touching my skin. So what that we can't be tog...

We are all scarred and always in search of healing. With a busy life followed by heaps of responsibilities and gallons of thoughts, we have somehow turned into a lifeless object which keeps collapsing, decaying, bleeding and still manages to stand up and continue.  I never thought healing can be so relaxing till the time I have met him. My wounds were bare, infectious and deep. Prior I would have stopped every step towards me in a fear of being hurt all over again. Then he came like the melting sun in a foggy winter morning, with hands full of hope and eyes emitting magic spell.  My sleepless nights were overshadowed with my carefree giggles. It was he who made me realize that we heal when we wish to. His words rejuvenated spark in my dull being. It was long since I have felt a soothing touch. His words soothed my soul with a tender touch. Like a fresh dew drop in the morning, his smile tilted on my cheeks with thousand hues of happiness.  Suddenly my world had all...