Precious thoughts of final love, we have to let go
Like the life of a journey we enjoyed till now
When the final red light starts its sad trickling flame
That colourless piece of Time called Death, arrives
Beginning its last walk, He stoops to stand us still
Those beautiful little moments of old memories remain
Why then do we cry misting those sweet lovely smiles
Do we love when there are tears, and lie when we laugh?
We ask the maker a few questions on his plans
He built us a wall with the strength of wet clay
Why then does he always want only what we have
Does he know what it is to lose all what is mine?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
A few thoughts on life or is it?
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""Those beautiful little moments of old memories remain
ReplyDeleteWhy then do we cry misting those sweet lovely smiles
Do we love when there are tears, and lie when we laugh?""
Very beautiful this is . ..
in fact as far as i have learnt..for a being, to worry and to be sad is almost like eating day to day. Just like without food (eating), one feels pale, weak and may die.. similarly without worrying n without being sad - one feels incomplete.
Its sort of upon us - what we make out of these memories.. sad/hurting/tears . . . or love/compassion/learning/stepping stone . . .
Your poems are superb TMK...
keep writin, lov n luck
The last stanza is so thought provoking; kind of challenges the wisdom that Krishna propounds in the Gita.
ReplyDeleteI know from where it is coming also.
Wish you and yours a lot of strength in this moment!
TC