My soul is reaching out for you As my tears continue to roll like the fresh morning dew My heart continues to ache As I gaze, at the sea that reaches for the sky Its waves continue to die But it keeps yearning for the sky It listlessly cries There is no answers to its sighs.
To my husband, you are missed everyday, every minute, every hour, every second... I feel like the wave in the sea. A strong wave rises and falls, falling deep into the heart of the sea, trying to reconcile with reality. As the water sinks deeper, the turmoil grows stronger. The acceptance of truth is difficult, … Continue reading The Wave of the Sea
A broken feather does not wish to forget the memory of the sky. He still dreams about flying. The shell always carries the memory of the sea. Sometimes it becomes difficult to let go of a life that defined you. The memories will stay till your final day. Here is a poem about a broken feather, detached from his bird, its story needs to be heard.
This is a poem about two star crossed lovers- the dew and its leaf. The dew shall return every night even if it has to fall in the morning light.
How will the nightingale sing in the moonless night? Will she betray the songs that caress us all? Can she sing without her love ? Will her pain give the freedom that her love couldn’t give?
A call to the departed. You've moved away but the memories are still alive. Pain feels beautiful when it wears the veil of memories, this one is for the ones who are never coming back. I shall wait for the knock on the door. The lamp will be lit by the fire of longing. It will … Continue reading Knock on the Door
To all those who love.... Morning is always beautiful but there is nothing like the beauty of dawn , when you cannot see the sun but its love can still be felt. The first rays that after an intense battle with the darkness steps in and brightens everything. Its relentless course , the fire and … Continue reading A(part) of me