The ever flowing grace of light,
If only I could find where you began,
And see where you drop.
Illusion dies.
Tag: understanding
Inescapable fall
The void,
The simple state of
Being nothing
And having nothing.
Place to watch,
Everything you had,
Everything you knew,
Loose.
Always find a way,
Out from it,
Or the void,
Empties you.
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.
Name called upon
I didn’t know,
Until you called me mother,
I was your mother.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me sister,
I was your sister.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me love,
I was your love.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me queen,
I was your queen.
I didn’t know,
Until you called me whore,
I was your whore.
It was all,
For you to call,
I later knew,
I had no name.
What beauty maybe?
What is beauty?,
You’ve been asking since dawn.
Have you seen it?
That are seeking it for long.
How did it look?
The beauty, you did ask.
And I tell you,
Beauty, you see it, hear it,
Or touch it, never counts.
To feel it, what matters.
To feel the sun,
Touching my skin,
The waves bathing my feet,
The wind,
That taught me to fly.
None of what beauty may count,
Unless you feel it,
Not by touch,
But by the heart full of love.
Unanswered questions
Looking into the mirror,
Questioning the life in it.
I saw a stranger,
Who stares back with answers.
It shot out so many,
That I could not pick the right one.
It’s eyes swelling up,
It was not my fault,
It never was my fault.
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.
Making others happy is the greatest virtue there is, but do not become a laughing stock for others. Your happiness comes first.
This is why we live, right?
Just because we are tall
Does not mean everyone else is a dwarf.
Just because we are rich
Does not mean everyone else is poor.
Just because we have power
Does not mean everyone else is a slave.
So cherish the time you have in this world, those who have, help who doesn’t have.
To help others is why we all exist.
Keep on smiling and don’t let your money or power take away others happiness ☺️.
Have a great day.
Finding the Alchemist 