A veil of mystery, A shadow of uncertainty, A torrent of doubts, Shattered dreams and broken hearts, And yet Rush of feelings, Bonds of love, Ties of affection, Ah-life!
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Saturday, 29 December 2012
A Wish
I wish i were a single drop of rain!
Then, I would have fallen on the velvety petal of a beautiful flower, in a lush green garden, and would have lain there like a dew drop waiting to sparkle like a diamond under the rays of sun and fascinate every one of the God's creations.
I would have been a mystifying diamond that could be seen in a poor man's garden but couldn't be embedded in the princess's crown. And then the blowing wind would have made me fall off the petal and absorbed by the soil as if I had never been there.
And if my fate had taken me somewhere far away from lands and flowers, then i would have fallen into an ocean covering the wonders of the aquatic world. I was to rest in a beautifully colored sea shell in the depths of the ocean. There I were to turn into a pearl waiting to be discovered by some curious discoverer who could make me an important part of a splendid necklace to be put in a gorgeous innocent girl's neck as her most precious treasure.
My fate could also have taken me to the thick Alpine forest or the high mountain peaks and glaciers to be turned into a snowball and rest on the summit of the mountain queen or in the wings of a giant soaring albatross.
But my dear friends! If, unlucky I would have fallen on the concrete buildings of the modern world, their toughness would have shattered my very soul.
Thursday, 27 December 2012
I live
Died
and they buried me,
thinking i am no more.
Limited their preception is,
enslaved by materialism
and physicalities.
But
am
Here, with them
though not apparently,
in chunks and pieces,
distributed between
worms, birds and trees.
My flesh fed
a thousand creatures
and indebted, they allow me
to breathe through them
so
am still here
and i will be,
for innumerable
life spans...
-Aksa
and they buried me,
thinking i am no more.
Limited their preception is,
enslaved by materialism
and physicalities.
But
am
Here, with them
though not apparently,
in chunks and pieces,
distributed between
worms, birds and trees.
My flesh fed
a thousand creatures
and indebted, they allow me
to breathe through them
so
am still here
and i will be,
for innumerable
life spans...
-Aksa
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