Imagine the worst that can happen and know that it’s life and that it would still be fine.
Many years from now, we will meet once again,
During the season of fall, after years of pain.
And, then, there would not be anyone,
To disturb our tranquility of peace ,
We’ll have a life, we wanted to live,
Not the one, we were forced to breathe.
There will be just us, no space, no time,
A borderless expanse of serenity
A freedom to be, a freedom to become,
A freedom to be our identity.
We would go on to talk all day,
There won’t be any right or wrong,
No hypocrisy, no complications my friend
Our souls, won’t be bind at all.
Once broken into a million pieces,
That day, a flight we would attain,
Maybe as dust, if needed my friend,
We will meet once again.
He walked, till crushed
He believed, till shattered
He trusted, till drowned,
He tried, till lost.
But, from the ruins he rose again.
This time, he climbed,
This time, he scrutinized,
This time, he befriended,
This time, he won.
All he felt:
For once being,
Kites, have you ever seen them fly?
A ray of colors floating amidst the sky, that’s how they look!
Rocks, look all around you, grey, pink, yellow, shinning blue!
Isn’t the scene so beautiful!
Sea shells, trees, sky, the sun, the moon and you.
Hi, yes, I am including you too. Isn’t everything so perfect, so authentic.
My friend, it is. Don’t be sad anymore, no not another tear.
All this, everything, all you can see or hear, doesn’t it seem a magic?
Magic is perhaps not one of my best poems, but it is one of those that has brought a smile on many a faces (despite the fact that it was only written tomorrow). It has a soothing undertone to it, something like Strawberry Swing by Coldplay.
Neither do I walk alone , nor alone am I meant to be ,
Even a piece of wood , separated from earth , is not called a tree,
So break all the shackles and be unites o brothers,
For a single drop of water , does not constitute sea.
As I walk among thousand ,
Without identity of my own ,
I struggle to search for reasons ,
For overthrow of my throne .
It was all that I had ,
Perhaps I shouldn’t have loved it so much ,
For only loved things are taken away ,
Irony it is such .
But I will not worry .
For my spirit still exists ,
So , what if my success was transitory ,
My failure too will be soon lost in mist .
For even after losing everything I ever had ,
I will stand up again ,
To get back what once was mine ,
And get back to my game .
The world is a book ,
And I just a page.
I am just a sparrow ,
A prisoner of this cage.
When my time is up ,
I will not be sorry.
I will walk peacefully ,
On paths of glory.
The manner of my death ,
Will be in fact , extraordinary
Sparrows will sing elegies ,
And pages will continue my story.
There is good and bad in everything ,
Life is just a test ,
While euphoria leads to ruin ,
Pain brings out our best.