loss

Masterpiece

Masterpiece

I wanted to write a poem for you

But every time I tried, I failed

The words came charging in

Battering the walls of my heart

I waited, like a stone

Until one day they broke free

And I crafted a masterpiece

With a broken heart

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Prisoners

PrisonersAll our lives we are in pursuit of something, as we grow older, and our feelings mature we see it all around us, depicted in movies, books, gossips. We observe real life examples and marvel at them. We promise ourselves that when we will grow older we will also have it and will bask blissfully in its soothing warmth. We draw sketches in our thoughts of how we will live with it and in our minds create a framework of how we will spend our life in it.

As we grow older we watch others having the time of their lives in it and we try to get it for ourselves, but soon we realize that it’s not an easy thing to get hold of, we hold back due to our fears but finally we muster up courage and in haste we misinterpret other things for it and then realize when the reality is handed to us that we were wrong, we begin saying that we are better off without it. (more…)

Enigma

enigma

The fountain water at
city boulevard felt a new color
today, surprised it was

Blackish red splatter mixed with
a thousand dreams, the ripper
ran through the heart

Above she looked twice
as she bid adieu to her beloved
Be safe in His name

BANG, it all comes crumbling
down, her entire world lost in
a flash of this vindicated labyrinth

He’s back home in a box
a box which is now the dominion
of crushed hopes and prayers

Hallucination, agony, misery
disbelief, there she sits with it
lifts her head, she looks up again

 

Dedicated to every Mother who lost her child to a Bomb or a Bullet.

A Good Man

A Good Man

A Good man is curious about all things around
That shape and impact his country his town
Always raising his voice for those in need
He helps putting smiles on faces that frown

A Good man will listen and will give ear
In doing so, he will make his point clear
A Good man will respect all other views
For truth, he will stand firm without fear

A Good man is like an open Book
He cares
He respects
He considers
He guides
A Good man holds no grudges inside
Faces the truth, he never hides

A Good man learns from mistakes he makes
From each defeat positive things, he takes
He gets back up every time he falls
A Good man builds bridges; he breaks walls

A Good man is never hard to find
He shuns injustice never turns his eye blind
A Good man is inside all of us, yes it’s true
Never let that Good man die in you

Rest In Peace

Rest In Peace

“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.”

― Marcel Proust

Bob Marley on Love

Bob MarleyThis time instead of sharing something that I wrote I would like to share a piece on Love from the great Bob Marley, it’s a pity that our generation remembers Bob just as a famous weed smoker what they don’t know is that he wrote so many songs on love and peace and said such good things about love and being human, So here is something that I would like to share with you all..

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. (more…)

Reality

…… something from my favorite movie “Good Will Hunting”

Good Will Hunting

So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been l*** a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right: “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, and watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sittin’ up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause that only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.

– Good Will Hunting (1997)