"After my death"

I am dead and I see from heaven,
The swelling face of a fair girl,
of this worldly Inn.

Tears run down her cheeks,
and she weeps for weeks and weeks.
Everyday in dead of night,
when everything is out of sight.

She does get up from her bed and she walks,
leaving her life maid laid.
She does look very quite and calm,
Walking with a burning candle on her palm.

She does reach to my tomb and cried,
not to drop a tear, she tried.
It dropped on my Chest,
God! Help me, I was suppressed.

Then a shadow appears from the grave,
hold her arm and says her to be brave.

"I am dead and yet I am glad,
For God's sake don't be mad.
You have duties in this world,
be cheerful and sing like a bird.

"You have still freshness of rose,
Don’t let it loose and be morose.
Get up from this wielded mourn,
Because tomorrow is yours"

Nuances de la lune - Incertaine

It’s very usual event for me to watch moon but last night when I saw its milky screen, just some thoughts popped up from nowhere , some questions..........and somewhat instigated me to search for the answers.

How many shades of moon are there; from no moon day to full moon; sometimes looks like its dominating our sky; over stars and sometimes searching for her own identifying this worldly inn!! Every night, it’s different from previous night...sometime more sometime less......

In fact, there is no inconsistency......but life demands consistency in some aspects. but can we blame moon for that; its just its habit or rather way of living........every time a new view but yes, that luminescent color never change.

Some are just like that.......bright, incandescent, inflamed, livid, swooning, waton and enigmatic but..............


(To be continued)

Belief............

It can also be deceptive........Trust me!!

I was wrong!, belief is always wrong, never believe on yr belief!!!!!!!!!