Tag: art

Hardly great!

It was enough,
The way it ended,
Made my day.

Just the moment,
That single look,
That would last a lifetime.

Your dark hair,
Darker than night itself,
Dancing to the tune of the wind.

Between those eyes,
bright as day itself,
I found it glancing at me.

Rising heartbeat,
And shivering fingers,
Brought a smile,
Without me knowing.

If there is hope, rarely one,

I would wait,
For one more look,
And it would be enough.

Calling by the right name

It is really interesting to know that,

when I was born people used to call me a baby.

As I started to grow they referred to me as a baby boy.

When I fought myself into the adulthood they called me a man.

And when I grew old, they teased me as an old man.

Now, when I die they would refer my body as ‘it’.

“We have to bury it” they said.

Funny, how people start to change their perspective from time to time.

Calling everything by it’s right name.

His last note

He dropped his pen and looked around.

The room was empty as it always had been. He smiled to himself and rubbed his wrinkled chin. His eyes swelled up but no time to rub them off.

The sun had set and the wind had died. The room was empty as it always had been.

Only note he left on the lonely table read:

I was here.