Dying December

The fading hues of December sun,
mark the passing of another year.

The reddish rays tinging the horizon
tell the tales of love
While the fiery oranges of the sunset
whisper about the heartbreaks,
sorrows and the terrible loses sustained.

But the golden rays threading through
speak of the happy moments and
the laughter unveiled.
And the soothing yellows
talk of the harmoney and balance

...............
summoning up the whole year
............!

                                                      -Aksa

'Mirrors'

Mirrors of truth
are the most difficult to find.
Dangerous and deadly,
they are hideous and blind.
The surface is black
instead of the clear silvery kind!
Seeing them is near to impossible
because of the veil that they hide behind.
The veil of lies and fakes,
that plays tricks with the mind.
To lift the veil we need,
inner strength of the subliminal mind!

                                                                  
                                                                     -Aksa

The Lifeless Memory!

    

She sat there in the middle of the darkness-seeing nothing but feeling everything-hearing voices that did not even exist. Her vision was haunted by the two lifeless eyes that were etched on the canvas of her mind. She was drowning in the shallow depths of the darkness and the will to search for light had died a long time ago. She despised visualizing those haunting eyes and yet she was afraid to lose sight of them!
     She sat still focusing all her energies on visualizing the fiery sparkle that was ever present in those eyes, but no matter how hard she tried the dull eyes in her mind never sparkled anymore, their twinkle had died away and now they just stared unseeingly from the 'Oh so familiar yet unknown paper white face'!
     From a long time now this vision was all she could see every second of the day and night, and all her ears heard was the steady beat of the monitor indicating a dead heart. Those eyes never twinkled with mischief nor did those lips lifted in a smile anymore. The face never changed, it never moved and she sat still for hours on end, waiting for the slightest movement; a blink of the long lashes, a tiny twitch of the lips or the sight of that cute dimple. But it never happened...she waited in vain. Something inside her never wanted to let go of this thread of visual memory, though she was terribly afraid of it, it made her eyes bleed and caused her heart wrenching pain, but she held on to it. It was the last thread and she held on to it as her lifeline though the memory in it's self was lifeless!!!