Does this lake know
How beautiful it is ?
These trees, grass
The dirt road and
dried leaves
together,
All of them
making this
beautiful scene!
Do they know
their bigger
purpose?
Or they too are
in self doubt!
Are we too
like them?
insignificant,
small,
ordinary.
But together
a part of
Something
beautiful .
And someone
out there
Admiring it too
like we do
to these views!
For the promises that said forever and forever
I often wondered which forever?
their , mine or the one which never existed !
You and me , walking on the dimensional dimensions
where you are changing , I am changing , and these dimensions too.
These dimensions based on time, priorities ,
emotions and thoughts.
Are we going away or coming closer ?
Sometimes it’s a pulling push
Another time, it feels a pushing pull.
A dull Ache or brimming laughter .
Sometimes I feel we are on the same orbit
sometimes I feel I am another planet.
Between hearing and noise
between coherence and incoherence
between comprehension and apprehension
lie the promises of forever,
their’s, your’s, mine’s forever
or the forever that never existed ?
What do people with pain
Have with them
to give to others ?
Kindness , empathy may be
Or sometimes
it is just the pain.
A part of pain here
and a part of pain there.
Turning someone’s smile
into sadness becomes
their daily chores.
Mean , vile , poisonous
Words that sting and hurts.
Wicked smiles and shrewd
minds they become.
A pain they have gone through
An ember of pain which
they hold on forever ,
And refuse to let go.
Refuse to let it heal.
A pain which they share
With the world as Ripple effect .
I often wonder
what would I do
If i can see my soul.
Like I see myself
in the mirror whole.
Could I also paint
like I do to my face .
hiding all its scars
and ugliness
under the base ?
Could it be ugly and poor
starved ,weak and old ?
With torn clothes ,
and skin with folds.
sobbing for help!
How do I
name this feeling
Of avoid
Of escape
From my own self.
Fearing to stand
in front of myself.
Where it is
me against me.
Where the other
asks the account
of life’s each day !
Of life’s each moment.
And I haven’t a penny
Of any worthy actions
to fill up the wasted
baskets of time.
Life is running
out of time!
These moments
are evaporating.
Stronger I try to hold
faster they slip
out of my hands
Like the grains
of a hot sand
on a summer
Saharan afternoon .
Lost in the ocean of people
So many around but none.
The emptiness surrounds
And I ask am I the only one ?
I distract myself
to this ongoing world.
Faking a smile and
sometimes a laugh .
Daily chores and work
Is only an escape a getaway
from my constant wandering
in jungle of thoughts.
I come back home
Tired and bored.
Only to find myself
waiting on the doors!
These constant winter skies
Hanging above, so grey
The dull houses sadly sits
With nothing to say.
The angry wind dances
shaking the dull branches .
Naked trees stand appalled
And the last leaves fall.
(The picture was taken in Dusseldorf Germany)
