The Next Breath…

Each breath is

the moment of life

the one that you still have

the one that you still live

Rest is all hopes…

to wake up the next day,

to take in the next breath,

to see you again later.

Thats what life is –

A cruel joke…

one instance may give you

and the other may take off

There is nothing we can do

live it to the full and

give it all possible shots

for there is no way

to walk back

to the moments

you once had

 

Fly without fear!

Its been a while since something of mine made up in my homepage….

Moving on with the flow heres a small piece of poetry…

 

Standing at the foot of the hill

Wondering what lyes beyond

My mind is growing excited but

my body is scared to go on

It might be cruel out there

I might get torn into pieces

but my dreams are pushing from within

“go out there to turn them real!”

My inner self is determined to move

but a voice from the back of my head

“its not safe out there.. you don’t know the world as it is”

The two voices within…

I closed my eyes to determine

then opened them with all faith

I believe in me and my dream

the rest is up to God.

If I don’t move forward

Sometime I might regret…

Some unlucky beings!

Walking across the youth

I could only watch when,

children my age circled around

the joys of life,

the vibrancy of adolescence;

I was destined to

stand under the blazing sun,

long hours passing as,

hands pained against the hard metals

When the rest of the world adorned their hands

with technologies and luxuries,

my hands clutched into drills and hammers.

No complains and no regrets but,

only prayers that my siblings

get the life I wished for..

The sun passing to take its rest

but my time continues

as long as mind and body stay up

rest is on the other side of my world!

A moist memory

The day took off

lazy and cloudy,

closed within the walls of home

and closed within the doors of mind

I sat watching;

as the small drops stained my clear windows

my thoughts drifted to some earlier days

when the rain used to be a joy

during my teens I had once

when this used to be the most awaited

to be with my love,

to play with my mates,

to spend the indoors with family but,

gone are those days.

When life gave way to old age

everything seems like a moist memory

the rain is gaining force

and its time I get myself coffee

as of before my body can’t stand the cold!

when my mind got foggy…… !!!