Where time goes

Are there any sorrow greater

Than losing the moments gone by,

Never to return in time.

Will there be more worries,

Than knowing this moment,

Will fade into the black.

Is there a joy greater,

Than not knowing what happens next.

Yearning for the inescapable.

Icy mountain.

An icy mountain once stood,

Blocking the raging sea from finding me.

The wind that came gushing,

Hindered by the gigantic rocks.

The clouds came raining,

The peaks pulled them out.

At last when the sun came up,

The icy mountain melted.

Flooding mine, in its own tears.

Away from the sea and storm,

To the valley of flowers.

Soul maker’s peace

There is a soul maker,

Lurking around every corner,

Paying attention to all around.

He is watching, what he sowed.

When the time comes, he reaps.

And what did he sow,

What else than your soul.

He plants it, waters it,

Face the light, the thunder,

the storm that plucks out the bad,

And at last who remain,

Who finds truth

He reaps at the end.

That is the soul makers truth.

Make life from life.

Strong wine.

Have you tasted wine?

The wine they call friends.

Red and dark silver

Blue and black creamings

Grey and day burning,

Years old wine.

Taste it ones,

The tongue searches for more.

Yet, be addictive,

My friend,

That’s the drowning of

the being of “you”.

Thanking my 500 followers.

It is a wonderful day today, I have to share this moment. My blog just hit 500 followers today. 500 followers! I still can’t believe I got so much following.

When I started this blog a year and a half back, I never thought I would keep up the work. I am a person who loses interest in pretty much everything very quickly. Even though I wasn’t able to post consistently, I have always tried to write whenever I find the time. Your support and kind comments made me stick to it. I was not only able to improve my writing, which I love but also to meet some lovely people around the globe.

Thank you, everyone, words can’t wholly express my feelings now. I love all of you, have a great life. Be polite, be honest and be happy. May God bless us all.


The new friend

He waited till the last person withdrew. The time was near and he can’t be late. But the people just won’t go. The storms near, why aren’t they going? He sat on the ground. While the crowd slowly walked out of the green matted field, the man stood up eagerly, “at last, “
But he saw two still standing. He walked up to them.

“Storm’s near,” he said to a gentleman with tearing eyes. The man nodded. The man moved out with a woman holding his hands.

“So here we go” the man clutched his shovel and started closing the grave. The man slowly pulled out a torn kercheif and kept it on top of the gentleman’s sons casket.
“Don’t worry boy, you will have friends here, my son sleeps a few metres from here, he is a good boy. He could use a nice company. Give this kerchief to him, when you see him. Tell him, his papa loves him.”
The man shovelled the mud into the grave like tears swelling in eyes.

Understanding words.

I write this now,

What better way to let you know,

Than the bleeding words

And empty spaces in between.

The white page grimly crimson now.

What better way to let you know,

I have found life,

Deeper down in the mind,

When all else seem fading.

There is one, I suppose.

A fire that always burns.

I believe it was my words,

Who kept the fire going,

The words that hold my life in it.