Death to Life not Life to Death

Death to Life not Life to Death

I should have died much before,

But when I saw seasons changing their colours.... getting casted in the way they should....

Sun sinking after tiring job of giving me trouble....

Letting moon to heal my feet ulcers....

Of me suddenly disappearing for a long time, 

But to come back, with much more revealing brightness and shine...

Seeing the leaves falling from the trees.... 

Leaving that stem without any greed...

To grow new leaves in it...

Giving its new look...

To drift the sand along with water.... As long as it could....

Noticing roses blossoming into thorns...

Peepal growing on a stone,

I got to know What life is....

I knew then, love is a way to heal oneself...

And living without it is an act of courage...

Helping others, self sacrificing is my meaning and motive to live....

I then wrote poem on you,

To sing it to others.... While sitting alone in a dark room,

So that everyone could meet you....

And I can keep you alive in myself....

To learn liveliness....

And to also stay alive by myself....

To keep on loving you like this....

To keep loving my life's healer and heroine.......

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'Few Breaths' by Shikhar Pathak

Few Breaths

That thing which keeps slipping, every moment! Few Breaths! How long their duration is? Do you know when their installments will be completed? There are no roots in the feet, but whom to trust, once the thread of kite breaks?

These breaths are the thread of kite, when these are tightly held, the kite of life seems to fly far away in the free open sky, and on the other hand blood keeps leaking. The relief of destination comes along the end of the road. There always lies a return path across that side of road from where nothing can be started from the beginning.

Everything goes around the pupils of the eyes differentiating between black and white, but who is aware?

There are four walls in a room. Leaning back at the floor of the past and looking at the roof of future feels like straightening the waist, but at the same time both the surrounding walls get disappeared from the eyes.

Whom to see! Whom to meet! Whom to trust and lean the back... It is difficult to understand everything in a moment! Very difficult.

Door of this room is about to shut forever it is just waiting for me to step outside and on that day the hands will be freed! Kite will also take its journey on that other side Of The Road and then the pupils of eyes will also get rest.

~ Shikhar Pathak

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