Whispers of Heart

  The pride, the wealth, the ties strong, What matters who was right or who was wrong? The coffers filled for what sake, When the body lying in coffin does not shake? The disputes, the commitments, the anger held, Somehow, on death, it all get settled. The emotions, the tragedies, the occasion remain memories, Once we cherished, the joy of eating cookies.  Yet, the God existing or non existing, remain the spotlight, For it is believed, he makes one fly high and he cuts the kite.  For the pain, regrets and anxiety, No consolation remains available, The wealth, status and the world seems nonsense, If the minds could be checked - 'unstable' would be the label.  Amidst all the mess and trauma, The only truth of Death dominates, The mind becomes the yard Where thoughts of fear and grief together skates.  The death of the loved ones cause deepest pain to human hearts, It takes courage to build our pieces together for a fresh start. Yet, Death remains the most harsh an...

When the silent cries remain silent no more, You feel like standing on the sea shore. You wish to scream, but you still hold— You're trying your best to mould. The pain, though, feels intense, And the anxious being finds peace no longer In lighting incense. The memories that do not give peace— Even one glimpse brings tears in millions, The dreams that feel real bring fears in trillions. What does the heart long for, When it has turned weak and fragile? What does the body do, When life seems to have stopped for a while? The heart longs for nothing but the beloved who rests in heaven. The heart feels stuck at 9:40, When it's already eleven...