Breaking Strands...

How it feels
When each strands that held us together
Starts breaking.
One by one
With every twang, another strand looses
Its bonding with the rest

One by one
The one breaks away
From the memories
The touch
And the belongingness
Like some one plucking
Petal by petal
Loves me, Loves me not
While the flower
Dies a slow death.

Wish you were here
Holding unto my arms
A promise of loved future
and a dying breath
How it feels to lie down slowly
In the loneliness
Of timeless
Fading death.

Sands of times run out, grain by grain

From our clasped fingers in shaking hands.

It feels so lonely - The slowliness of dying breath.

Om Namah Shivaya
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Moved on...

So the Sun changed position

But the bright shadow of Love
Still clings on to me
Long after the setting Sun


Yes, I agree
The light moved on
From Sun Rise to Sun Set
Bound by its own desires and duties to perform
Some times to witness the birth of a life
Some times
End of another


But Some times ....
There is nothing like having a desire
Attached to you
Like a Shadow
Not willing to cast you away
Tattoed to your soul
Like a bright sun spot
Willing to move on with your soul
Till the end of the life...
Willing to move on ... with you


Om Namah Shivaya
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