Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
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Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
The Loved Ones always stay with Us Their bodies may wither
Decay is as avoidable for Us as the change of clime and weather;
‘t is the feelings, the smiles, memories and the moments spent
That remain with Us forever – even after the Person’s body is absent.
The Touch of those fingers, the scent of the Body once wrapped around
The Depth in those Eyes, the Walk on wood making the creaking sound;
Remain forever, for these are beyond the five elements and their play
Remain on the Ethereal slate, though the Body may return to Clay.

Honey dripped from her lips whenever a word flowed
He wondered how beautifully she was thus endowed;
There never was trace of anger or hate in her deeds or speech
And none Heart did beat – beyond her Speech’ s reach.
A fragrance of Roses flowed from every word spoken
Every Deed was kind – all were Kindness’s token;
He wondered how could it be so easy to be kind
She was gifted – gifted indeed with a Beautiful heart and mind.
Little did He know what all She had been through
The World had been just as unkind to her too;
Her Soul carried the rose like fragrance and was colored red
For She had felt the thorns and she too has colorfully bled.
She knew how it aches when people are unkind
She had seen the darkness – She wasn’t blind;
She valued the feelings of others whenever a word was said
For She has known Pain – and yes She has bled.
She has felt it all – won’t let others feel the same
She values Love – for Her this ain’t a game;
For Those who have cried, bled and know the value of Dear
Will laugh through the pain – sans hate or fear!

Honey dripped from her lips whenever a word flowed
He wondered how beautifully she was thus endowed;
There never was trace of anger or hate in her deeds or speech
And none Heart did beat – beyond her Speech’ s reach.
A fragrance of Roses flowed from every word spoken
Every Deed was kind – all were Kindness’s token;
He wondered how could it be so easy to be kind
She was gifted – gifted indeed with a Beautiful heart and mind.
Little did He know what all She had been through
The World had been just as unkind to her too;
Her Soul carried the rose like fragrance and was colored red
For She had felt the thorns and she too has colorfully bled.
She knew how it aches when people are unkind
She had seen the darkness – She wasn’t blind;
She valued the feelings of others whenever a word was said
For She has known Pain – and yes She has bled.
She has felt it all – won’t let others feel the same
She values Love – for Her this ain’t a game;
For Those who have cried, bled and know the value of Dear
Will laugh through the pain – sans hate or fear!

The Trials of Time and World are ruthlessly planned
These tides flow in and drown our castles on Life’s Land;
Wash away the grains of sand that cover us all
And thus we re grow, and re begin our crawl.
It is in Times of gloom when darkness covers you
When no one is beside – not even the Closest ‘ Few’;
In Times such you realise the Fight within your inner Self
And You overcome all – who once was a helpless elf.
Every time when Time buried you deep under the Earth
In the Depths you discovered inside
you the ever burning Hearth;
The Flames flamed your Spirit and up it rose
And lifted you up – because that’s what you chose.
The Rise was never meant to be an easy job
For your Soul was trampled by the ruthless mob;
Yet you fought and rose with tears, sweat and blood
The Earth trembled – and your agony covered the mud.
These Tides of People and Time cannot be lived without
Else how will you rise and your inner Self sprout;
Such Times in life will make you apprise
You will come out – your Fall is your Rise.
I searched for Light, none could be found
There was Darkness, Darkness all around;
I went astray and the Darkness did I befriend
And this Path lead to Deeds, not easy to mend.
My Senses controlled me and my behavior
I searched for a helping hand – that of my Saviour;
I drowned the Depths inside me and I thought
Is it worth- can the battle be fought.
I looked at my kin, folks, and friends
For some Help and the Sufferings’ End;
Some were Kind and they did assist me
Till The Real mess in me, they didn’t see.
From the Darkness came a Calling
And I Rose, even when I was falling;
It was thus destined and Fate had to play
My fall was My Rise – thus was my way.
I no longer needed any helping hand
Finally, on the bottomless pit did I land;
There I met my people who felt like me
And finally, in the darkness could I see.
I was the Light – the One I had always tried to find
It was all inside – obscured by my Mind;
I thus My Self and Light finally found
And Thanked Darkness – for the Love abound!
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