Thursday, May 19, 2011

Nothing serious as such


This aches too much,
too much for me to bear.
I'm standing on the edge,
and my heart is full of fear.

Fear of what? I hear them say,
I look at them and then I turn away,
I'm tired and exhausted, I've tried my luck.
I look down for a while and tears well up.

To know and trust me and laugh along,
is an easy job, not difficult at all.
You slipped once and I held you strong,
I trip every minute, who will break my fall.

You hear me say,
that ofcourse I'm okay.
But if you want the truth,
then hang around, just for one day.

....I keep on twisting,
the pen in my hand.
Cuz there is too much to write,
but my mind has gone blank.

I'm not making a fuss,
or even complaining too much.
This is just a poem,
nothing serious as such!!

There is NOTHING absolutely nothing half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats - Kenneth Grahame


 Every time I have some moment on a seashore, or in the mountains, or sometimes in a quiet forest, I think this is why the environment has to be preserved. - Bill Bradley


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Life's Transition!

Un-lived lives in these veins of mine,
Urging me to live & to try to survive.

Lost are the days of sweet serene,
Those lush green trees are now unseen

No air is left for these lungs to breath,
My soul is being burnt in the scorching heat.

Life gave up and received its defeat,
Left all the hope and is ready to flee.

Death came along and formed a halo,
Life felt relieved and started to follow.

Threw all the memories of pain and sorrow,
All those lumps that were never swallowed.

Life went away with no question and regret,
Serenity dwell-ed with no place for fret.

Eternal bliss was than finally achieved,
Life heaved a sigh, a sigh of relief.