Contrast between beauty of nature and that of man made…
It has been a while and wrote so quickly about someone I was lucky enough to meet in this short span of life…
She was the water to his thirst
varieties in abundance
yet none can oust her like the pure glacier aqua
A heavy rain in a desert
but long before you find solace-
in the heavenly drops
snatched away by the sunny heaven and arid hell.
A therapy to my scorched mind
and the only time feeling content with life.
She seemed like a painted wall to rubes,
but to an artist she was Mona Lisa…
the world when you are the king
and your wish their command,
people serving your needs
and life full of bliss.
It’s all an illusion
the reality is a nightmare
you can’t wake up from.
besieged by the ghosts
the life fades insidious…
Stranded amidst the desert,
Staggering in the sands, she
wandered alone seeking aid.
Desert is not a haven, but-
a severe hostile domain.
Animals await your fall
to feed upon you, and
your own eyes deceives you
by the vision of prosperous mirages
of trickster desert.
No one here can be trusted
not even the nature
one can only keep moving
expecting a miracle…
It has been a while I have written something here. Mainly due to hectic schedule and change in circumstances. Fluctuating life and inability to see through the obstacles that keep on coming before me. Will there be an end to all this? I’m not sure yet.
I’m still searching for my so called special skill which is so good in hiding. Maybe some people are born without any skill? Or it’s just me! I regret many of my decisions and oft when I realize it’s too late. Blessed are the ones who are not having restraints while taking decision or the ones whose wrong decisions won’t affect them even if it goes against them.
via Daily Prompt: Opaque.
The little things used to amuse me
the way rain kisses the earth,
the sun peeping through the clouds and
the waves nibbling the shore.
But with age things altered,
losing the ability to feel,
the things once I loved.
The days turned strange
beautiful sunsets and sunrise shifted to
dreadful weekdays and weekends.
The more I endured, the more I
lost the gift to cherish those moments.
Not sure when I lost all those or how
but all I’m certain is that ,
I’m a matchstick waiting for its quietus.
I’m actually in a doubt now not knowing what to write. The days are getting hectic and usually I reach room late and tired. Oft it make me wonder why we are doing all this things that we don’t like to do just to survive in this planet. People spent most of their life working to earn cash and forgets the meaning of life.Reality as itself is a paradox. World has enough to feed all yet people die of hunger. Of course world needs a structure but have we gone too far for forgetting the essence of life? People had become too much accustomed to the so called life that a change now is nearly impossible.