Farewell

Just before the dusk takes place,
and the chirping of birds turns into dark silence,
I see myself surrounded by a lot of people.
God ! How well i knew these faces before ,
Now,why they are fading away in front of me?

Why I feel a strange numbness in my limbs,
And chilly shudder flowing down my spine.
I feel all my strength going away drop by drop,
My heart beat slowing down,i can hear.
Why all my senses are drowsing one by one ?

I feel i am dying.....yes i am dying !!
Going in eternal slumber,but still,
I am not afraid, i am free from now on.
The dusk is pouring down slowly,
and the darkness takes over me......!

What's Your Story ?

The story is too short.....
For the morning dew drop,lying over the rose petal,
it knows,the first ray will part them forever,
but still.....it lies there in some hope ...maybe !!

The story is too short.....
For the fly who circles around the burning candle,
in the hope that they will be together ...till eternity,
ignorant to their fates,they both are dying slowly,though together.

The story is too short.....
For the drop of tears,who roll down the eyes,
to wash down the pain inside,
and dry on the cheeks at last.

The story is too short.....
For the snow flake,floating on winds,
it knows maybe,it has to melt down at the end,
leaving no trails behind.

The story is too short.....
For the waves,who try over and again,
to meet the shore,just for the split of second.
After that,what they are destined for....who knows !!

The story is too short.....
For the eyes who meet in the crowd,
with pounding heart,exchange of smiles,
Feeling the warmth and spark in the heart,
but overlooking the fact that whatever starts....,
has to end at last...........no matter what !!

New Year Celebration

As the new year knocks in,and passes the old one,
We start celebrating in our own special ways.
Jubilant faces,full of vigor.....partying,
with their friends and loved ones...celebrating !!
Ecstatic,nostalgic and smiling crowd,
Away from worries,lost in their own world.

And far away from the flashing houses,
On the other side of the dark road,
A mother,weak and fragile,with her small son in arms,
Both wrapped in a piece of torn sheet ,
Shivering in chilly winds....!
With a small bowl in her hand, half filled with food,
She,trying to feed her child....... silently.
With no sign of life in eyes,no mark of hope,
Unknown to the word 'celebration',
only the apprehension of survival left on the face.
To her,its just another year ....
another one,full of suffering ,agony and pain !

I stood there for a moment and then carried on,
with a thought in my mind...............,
Won't it be a celebration for her,
if she survives for another few days ????