From Life to Death.

'Love is as strong as death.' Embrace it or die, you will still be called strong.

For those who haven't come across any, has conquered nothing but a clock.

They celebrate hours, others celebrate seconds of moments.

This day is not ours nor is tomorrow, but a time borrowed to live, laugh and love.

Songs are sung about today, and will always remain a music of soul, 

even if the creator passes away,

We live, not for us but for others to celebrate.

Lets open our eyes and celebrate creations; for few are celebrating time in darkness.

The Diary of changes.

Every bit of details were unmoved as if they were paused for a long time...i remember how i wished if they had limbs to walk 
when every morning I woke to see them all in their position, they were there right before me, idle, like everyday.
But this morning I woke to see myself beginning to revolve and all those close details of my life have already started wearing wheels to move ahead and even far from me. 
Some affecting me like a bit hit on my head, while some unaffecting yet making me the audience to their show of waving me good bye.
I know even am on their path of leaving, but to an other destination. all I don't know is this moment to cry, laugh, or relaxed. 
Today where is my help coming from...

Sunshine

In the gust of wind everything was swept away,
they all left me giving me their fragrance as memories.
I did not hold them, for they wanted to dissolve in the treasures brought by the wind.
I could only see them go away from my sight.
In that gust of wind I stayed rigid, even when the soil below me prompted to go with all.
Tomorrow's sunshine is what am waiting for, its light to fall,
to make everything once again into harmony and inheritance.
There is where I want to fly with my footprints that shows my existence.

Those Days

Those were the days when I sat on the window just to know who you are wind,
those were the days when I walked the lane alone to play with the sun,
those were the days  when I stood in that dark night only to visit the unexpected rain.
few came to be a part of my day.
they played as well I dint realize when they parted ways from me.
I was never alone before, nor I am now, 
things are still the same, I stand on the window even today,
walk on the lane and get drenched in the unexpected rains, 
unlike before, this time with a smile for all that days have gifted.

The World

They will never understand, but they want to talk.
They can never listen, but they will speak.
They will have sympathy, but not empathy.
They see me fall, but refuse to stretch their hands.
They were nowhere, when I was here somewhere
Today they are here, when I want to be nowhere.

The wake

I was in a slumber deep long slumber, until you woke me up from my bed.
I was shackled with principles, some mine and some by the humans around me emphatically.
You came from somewhere, whom I was unaware of,
You and only you reminded me who I was, what I was and what beauty meant to be.
In a fix of time you who was a somebody for me became that someone and dear for me.
You lured me to attain freedom and break those shackles.
You never thought me anything, but I learned from you the most important lessons and colors of life.
They would never be away from me now on, though you pass from my way, to an other destination. 
You would still remain in me with your teachings that you are unaware of.
Thank you to be with me all this time is just a way to fool my mind, because I wish to be a part of your world.

ALONE BUT NOT LONELY

Every morning is a reminder of a new day of fall and rise, a fall to grow and a rise to be humble. Every night is a time to be determined.
Meanwhile is where, I go unseen to the world. 
That meanwhile where I am struggling to keep my pace and patience to the the world's speed of action. Life is so beautiful to make me its princess in a moment of time and sometimes, is an experience, to get acknowledge with what pain is like, and it makes that suffering so immune that it later becomes your nourishment to grow.
With all the love for life I carry them with me, in a quest of peace, that I would gain someday.
Yet there was something I wished lately, without a knock, when my eyes got wet.
A shoulder to rest my unsaid secrets, a lap to lie down with my tears.
But I would still be alone, like everyone here, because, 
All comes alone and all goes alone.