An Inspiration from a rather divergent thinker, who believes in a disembodied force, but prays to it like any other GOD!
"I have all these voices in my head, but yours. . . it's the only one I can't live without." —Lito Rodriguez, Sense8
Running from the past really doesn't help, does it? A POEM FOR THE EVER BURNING MEMORIES FROM THE PAST.
As we are being forced to stay indoors by a worldwide calamity-of-sorts, we writers just can't keep our minds get sluggish, can we?
In times like this, when staying away is the right thing to do, hope is our best weapon, and memories are the ammunition. Click image to read complete poem.
Yes, it is one of those days. A day when I just feel like drowning in memories of the past, forgetting the present, and stop worrying about the future.Hoping tomorrow is a better day, for me, for you all, and for the world.
The sun had brought morning along, and had left at it's usual time. Not a single soul had seen it while it stayed. The thick veil of black, weeping clouds had kept the shine locked away from the earth. Heaven only knew how long this gloom were to last. The breeze swaying the leaves was …
Every sunrise is the mark of a new day. Each sunrise gives us the power to have a new perspective, find new ways to look at life!
Continued attempt at getting over the Writer's Block!
This poem is a Hindi re-composition of my previous poem . . . "The Story of That Page."