Detachment

Tangled in the grief of past,Swaying with every step of hopeI had to embark my journey of pain.It was my time to detach,detach and sail…I boxed my dreams with tears and smileplastered with hope in the Lord of Universe.Strings of attachment pulled me backSob! I was weakened.Hard was my detachment,Far was my dream.Detachment was compulsionto

Peace( In search of)

Peace; in the search of which I drove my life cart, Travelling through the potholes my wheels were worn out. I pulled it with my rope of hope. But, they refused to move an inch. “This is not our path”, they yelled. But, this is the path most chose, I said. I pulled them again

Final Path

I bottled my pain to walk through the woods they chose, Their laughter filled the skies, my tears captured within the dark clouds. I could see my bruises bleed pleading for help I could only hush them with the dirt. Drenched and toiled I chose to smile, None came to rescue, because it was my

Broken

She feared the thorns in the garden, but it were the flowers that pricked. Shedding the blood through her eyelashes. Sweet or bitter she was forced to gulp, dare not to complain, dare not to mourn. They thought it was the end of her misery. Sadly it was not. It was the beginning of her

Bed of hope

In the serenity of night, I woke up with a flight. I saw a beaming light, I thought it was my rescue Fast I ran, panting and chanting with all my might. Suddenly, the light disappeared leaving me boggled. “You can’t enter”, I heard a voice, We fear your darkness will kill our light. Darkness