Silence

Piercing my gingerly

 laid wall of silence,

Enters those cries,

The cries of hunger ,

The cries of pains ,

The cries of the last hope,

The cries of the lost dreams,

The cries against the corruption,

The cries for equality,

The cries for respect,

The silence as my armour

To silent my conscience,

I stand deaf to those cries,

Never alone,

For ,

I hear, 

Millions of the silent cries 

echoing my silence …

Vacuum of your heart…

When your ears denys my cries,

When your eyes shuts to my tears,

When your heart rejects my pleas,

When my sorrows never reach you,

The pure soul of the love you lost

Begins a journey of choice leaving

Behind the vacuum of your heart…

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Where do I start?

Where do I start,

To the path of  this mystical journey,

The passage of self discovery,

Dark and narrow paths that lead to

the dangerous turns and bends,

Holding on to my insane mind that

begs to let go, with an adamant 

soul wanting some answers and  

questions seeking some release ,

holding on  to the perseverance

 of the inner self to guide through 

this process I move a step at a time,

enjoying the journey ,

where a ray of light 

penetrating the darkness

 beautify the shades

 of the shadows and

 the gleam of brightness

 decide the shades of the colours,

The perspectives changing the 

course of the paths and deciding

on the roads to be taken,

Sometimes a peace engulf my soul 

to let out a contented sigh and 

sometimes when  anger and frustration

 invade the battle of wars  drain 

my peace and  hope seems alien and 

despair disrupts the sight,

with the passage muddled like

 the thoughts of my mind 

I stand there without a clue to 

the end of the tunnel for the 

rays of sun to awaken my 

profound thoughts and blessings

 buried deep from the eternal self 

to guide my way and seek the 

answers that seems within a 

grasp of the hand yet as 

a mirage fools my vision and 

blindfolded with ego and greed 

my journey continues in a 

never ending circle ,

Where do I start ?

Eternal bliss of the sea……

My soul as a river triggers

the stream of thoughts to flow,

Sometimes with a rush  it falls,

to mesmerize the view,

Sometimes to steady and pause ,

Shallow it may seem,

 but to run very deep,

When the events turn arid , 

to burn and dry ,

Then again ,

To flow with a force and vigour ,

to trigger a fear,

With a wonder ,

I too pounder ,

Will it find its  peace and calm ,

before it surrender to the

eternal bliss of  the sea………..

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