AURA of VERSES

Lend me your hand,
And I will take you to a land
Where sky is the saviour
And the moon is your lover.
Flowers blossom all seasons,
And to cry you will find no reasons.
A stratum where birds scroon all day,
Where lies serene allay.
No human hurts another soul there,
No arms and ammunitions to fear.
Religion here signifies humanity,
Helping each other is the real vanity.
A guy loves her girl solely ,
No soul desperate to commit a felony.
Hurt is an unheard word,
No moment to find that feels absurd.
In stills of wilt and penance
With a vengeance he stands in solace.
The naive laughter’s of the childhoods’
Slide and glide in the playful wounds.
An earthy home in the dale
Glowing water as the sun goes pale.
Nature dances in the moonlight
Fireflies’ hovering over in delight.
So lend me your hand,
And I will take you to this nowhere land.

Sometimes you have to brace strong,
While everything is going wrong.
At stints when you feel weak,
And there is no resting shoulder to seek.
Then is the bonefide time,
When you need to rewind
Your memory, to those blissful days,
When there was no space for daze.
At no time isolate oneself then, at all
Now that it is time to break the blank wall.
Take a step forward, to unfold
More hidden secrets of this dark world’s manhole.

There comes a quiescent stage for every moving phenomenon in this Universe but you have to wait for it to seize. Anything that has been in motion for so long, takes time to accept the change.

Every strong emotion will one day wear-out and then you will know if it was worth it. So till then enjoy the sweet nothings and the bitter nows because one day everyone shall make their own bed.

The course of life seems so usual until we meet “the one” whose aura makes everything around us look dull, suddenly the usual seems adventurous, mornings no longer feel lazy, time actually starts flying when we think about them.

Our beyond repair, Soul, starts to heal and just like that one fine day we are ready to risk it all just to be around “the one”.

Deeper the memory, harder to forget.

We never really forget anything, what happens is that we learn to breathe with them. Sometimes we don’t think about them at all, the other times they click like they never left. And, that one fine moment when we remember to remember and realize how far we have come hour by hour, day by day and finally time by time. That “fluttery” feeling has different meanings, but what it really means, is the sudden rush of emotions, some happy, some sad and few nostalgic.