Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Softest Stone


                                               The Emperor of Life,The Ruler of Lives,
                        
                                                The Stubborn Queer,The Gentle Spear,

                                                 The bullet rider,The fire extinguisher,

                                                  The Wisest Dealer ,The Silent killer,
                                                
                                                The Sweet Venom , The bitter Sarcasm,
                                             
                                               The sharpest shrill, The Happy Good-will

                                                 The Loneliest organ, The toughest one!

                                                 It can Heal a Soul, It can wound a whole.
                                           
                                                  It can give u a Smile,or, take in a while.
                                           
                                                     It's the softest stone, That you own..

                                                     So Handle with care, and  be aware

                                               It can make "a" Life, or break "many" lives,
-SSW

At Times,

At Times,
When Life changes its course,
And Shatters the hope to discourse!

When all you have is not  yours,
And all  you are left with, is a loss!

When Time glides the ailing ache,
And Pain pricks through the flake!

When Dreams speak of the unseen,
And  Eyes see them and scream!

When Mind listens to heart no more,
And heart Speaks of being unsure!

When the Path guides you to no way,
And you trot through the midway!

At,that time,
When YOU  Halt in the Moving Pace,
And Thoughts Freeze in the Space,

Then
Close your Eyes and Follow that beam,
Moving through and froth ,in you Within,
Speak to it,for it will listen,
Because,Its you that will be in!

-SSW

Monday, June 15, 2015

Through the clouds:Story of Dream

                               
                           
                                         My Restless Eyes moves with the Haughty Clouds,
                                           And Chases the Sun through the Rays Enshroud.
                                             The Morning Dew on the Lush Green Shrub,
                                             Spreads the Aroma of Hope around my Hub.   
                                
                                         The Fresh Green Canvas of Dawn pulls me Close,
                                         Says;"After dusk ,dawn breathes a "Dew of Hope"
                                               My Vintage Past when carves the Present,
                                      My Present welcomes the forthcoming in quiescence. 

                                             When a tiny stone  tethers the mirror of hope,
                                                  My Lucid dreams fall apart on floor!
                                        The canthus of my eyes then narrow down to close,
                                             To let once lived dreams, drown and depose .
                                  
                                             But, The Rising Bird and the Mountain Peak,
                                            Gathers my shattered hope back in Mystique.
                                               Then echoes the valley of love in shriek ,
                                              Broken dreams gives way to New dreams.

                                       Like the Soothing breeze and the gurgling waves,
                                            When hits on the Rock and finds her way,
                                           My tattered dreams calls me all over again,
                                              To stand on my feet and find my way!
                                     
                                        The Rising dawn shines a new hope to live,
                                         Sparkling through  the eyes to live it with.
                                      I chase my dreams through the clouds to reach,
                                          "Through the Rays to the Sun" I Preach!


-SSW

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