THE HORIZON....

Life guess wats is it????...life is eternal, love its immortal devoid of of the physical distance just a pure connection of two immortal souls.... and death ..it is only the horizon.

i was standing in the seashore watching the snow white waves against the silvery blue of the sky, and there at a far distance i saw a ship spreading her white sails to the morning breeze and there starting for its destination "the blue ocean".she is an object of beauty and strength..she represented the the powerhouse atlas bearing the weight which wants to cross the infinite ocean. i stood and watched her until at length she became a speck of white cloud on the horizon.just at that point where the sea and the ocean merges into one.

just then someone standing next to me " hey there shes gone"
GONE?? "GONE WHERE???"
its just that shes gone from my sight.. that is all.she is just as large in most and hull and spar when she left my side. And she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined part .she has diminished in size for me, not for herself

and just at that when ssomeone on my side say "hey shes gone"...there the other eyes watching her coming says "heyy here she comes"

and thats dying...the person just goes away from ur vision buh emerges for someone one else who need her more than you(.might be)....
our loved ones never dye they just go to some other ppl who needs them more..coz they are indeed the most needed poeple in this entire universe


{ i know u are there wid someone else very alive ,smiling as u always did with me}

The Land of Nod

A medley of thoughts, hopes and expressions
Yet with unwavering honesty and conviction
She strides across my life fleetingly
Brighter than many who crossed my sky.

One moment she stares across the room
And as I wonder to myself
Could a mere smile be so beautiful?
To light my life with so much optimism
There she has passed into the Land of Nod.

Her beauty is a wondrous sight
And yes she very well knows it
For she stands out as stark
As a beacon in a jungle of monstrosities

Her beauty however is but one of many
A gift which she proudly possesses
Be the written word or the spoken
She essays them with fire and élan.

Here must I reluctantly stop
My puny words do no further justice
To script her saga or call it tale
One of the finest who I have ever know

THE KING OF HEARTS....

A king needs her kingdom

To rule and govern

Those whose lives she has touched

By many a gift some seen others hidden

A child and yet a woman

Of matchless charm and magnetism

Her beauty and wit have no measure

Mere mortals cannot but come even close

A magical pen does she wield

It essays many a picturesque dream

Her words wreathed with her own beauty

Laced with power and sheer delight

But more potent than her charm or intellect

Is her power of belief and faith

In people, ideas or even a passing thought

She can move mountains if she wants to.

A loyal subject have I been for years

Loving, admiring and looking up to her

Alas the journey draws to a close

The light will move way and leave behind

A grieving me for her company and strength.