She is, but, an ocean of unrest, With no worthy shore to test If she doesn't get a shore to rest Will she give up and set? Or like the sea of the jordan Rift, burry All what is left And remain silent, till the last breath!
Flapping little wings Trying to fly A little bird dreamed for the first time Facing failure with every try But not losing the hope Of touching the sky From the branch From the ground Everyone watching from around But no one laughed As he tried very hard Finally, the wings opened wide Feeling every wind in the sky A feel of success But he never rest
Waves of memories Keep lashing, crashing Against the walls of my Mind and heart... At times the crescendo Of their echo is unbearable It happens when I am alone... As mostly I am.. And maybe confined to four Walls if things do not improve.. Memories of days gone by... Of people no more... Of things that I had to do Not sure if can do anymore... Not a soul in sight, that is my Plight if I do not stir out... So it is perforce that I am mostly Out of home.. Can't rest as the waves return... Each stronger than the previous...