BEFORE YOU GO RELENTLESSLY TO SLEEP

Before you go relentlessly to sleep,
Bid goodbye to the songs of dusk,
The tangible lights of wisdom that made your day.
Feed your appetite with the the ambrosial food of understanding.
See,the galore of rivers stop for your gratitude,
While the pebbles inside conspire to resume the flow.
The cuckoo conducts a symphony with the autumn flowers,
setting the stage for your thanksgiving ceremony.
Let your heart sinks into the dawn of the day,
To mark the victories and failures of your day.
Humble your stature where arts bid farewell to philosophy,
where waters of humanity put out the selfish forest fires.
The prayers of farmers and the drowsiness of clerks,stretches their day and
When the Spirits of loneliness haunt them,
They seek for some Elysian fields from the days of yore.
And when the day is at its verge of death,
I go out to the fields to collect the berries,
To keep in the shrine of my heart of hearts.
Dancing with gratitude, i sing like a nightingale, and
There i go Where my blankets meet the darkness,
Inside of which two big tear drops fall down my cheeks,
Aiming the hamlet of heartaches.

A.C

Comments

Diary!

Now this has become my Diary! Even if I fail to become famous person at the time of my death..this may definitely define me..my words are my thoughts..and my thoughts represents Me !! Sometimes even if we are not able attain our dreams and desires..God somehow makes us happy. Or gives us another way to be happy with his Midas Touch !!! He is a great magician who enchants us with his magic. So i have decided to face life as it comes..because sometimes the best solution is just let it go !! A.C

No Worries!

I really wonder why people around me worries a lot. They stress on some matters as if it some great disaster is about to come.. We have this sole life and spending this whole life vexed on trivial things means wasting our valuable moments.Instead of that why can't people cherish their memories ? At least it can create a smile on their faces. Spread smiles and relax your cheek muscles. Travel lonely and accompany no one. Purchase and feel everything. Make this your motto and live a better life. You can die a better man. A.C

Murmurings of Married Women

I hear murmurings from the graveyard In the West of the town, Of married women, Dead and disappeared years ago. I wonder what a time they had, What a life they lived. Their husbands weep and weep and forget them, They praise how they looked after their women, Covering in glittery gold, Buying them silly silks, Giving makeup for a make-over. But still, the women murmur, Their voices seem to break the edges of tombs. They force the sun to dry out the flowers on them quickly. I lowered my face and listened to the tombs, It seems their lipstick was revolting, Their eyelashes lifted to show the desperation. They talk about the lies they had to live through, In fear of strangers' pointing fingers on getting a hint on their unhappy marriages. They call out their abusive partners, Told me to look for the broken bangles behind the kitchen for proof, The blood-stained clo...

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