Tag: life

A Clockwise Life in a Timeless World

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A bright afternoon under a breathing tree,

Given life by the smile of the beautiful sun,

Imagining that I was time and time was me,

What power in my hands to define the meaning of life,

Yet made by One beyond my boundaries,

It’s no contest to believe I am more significant,

Without a connection to my ancient history,

Why do I fail to understand the horizon of my brevity,

A moment my pen gives life to my thoughts,

My eyes screamed the words of my heart,

As I beheld all creatures speak to my curiosity,

Fading away with the gripping hands of seconds,

Now let me count my walking minute,

As the hours hilariously whisper to my aging heart,

That I am living a clockwise life in a timeless world.

No One Knows

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A shocking day arrives on my timeline,

My mind was in a state of a raging storm,

Many thoughts wrestling for visibility,

All challenged by the gravity of my reality,

Even the vicinity sings boring songs,

And my eyes have become a collapsed dam,

Earthquakes of imaginations rattle my brain cells,

And no one knows why we are but silent talkers,

Is everything supposed to be true?

What if all were a deception of my cranial neurons?

Lies very true than the truth of my personality?

No surprise no one hears the screams of my heart,

Crying out loud, every day searching for a couple of peace and purpose,

A journey of lightyears in a few days,

And soon everything will be calm and yet no one knows.

Too Young to Cry?

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A young boy cries and no one asks why?

What a beautiful morning to receive an invitation in the living mailbox of my being;

It was a call from the royal chambers of history, a beckoning to attend a symposium of thoughts;

What a radical diversity to watch races of feelings all gallantly dressed in the attires of a rich past;

Uber, what a moment to click the start button of my tear gland with an electric impulse of sight;

A beholding of a gorgeous thought smeared all over with a fragrance of pain, deep pain;

Soon, she approached me with a smile and took me for a walk through the woods of my past;

A strange morning indeed it was for a little child loved beyond love itself by a selfless mother;

To take a glance at his true jewel on bended knees of silent pain and sudden lameness;

Is this happening? My only mother precisely struck with a dart of stroke;

A supposed roadblock in an innocent neuron within the city of her precious brain;

Her bulgy eyes of red collide with my watery channels of sight, a message sent to me;

“I love you, son” remains the undeniable picture of her wildered countenance;

The doors of my ears flung open to the faintest voice in my cosmos “Call your Dad for me”;

My emotional adrenaline charged up, my body quickened by grief, and my feet put to flight;

Soon, a myriad of dark days and bright nights, my young heart in the cradle of daily sorrows;

“Why, just why my mother?”, the naïve cry of love echoes through the dimensions of time,

Indeed the universe wailed with a loud voice saying “this boy is too young to cry”.