Letter in the bottle

When prayers stopped to work
And fate on him just smirked
He was waiting to pay the natures debt
In a dark corner of his ship wrecked

The words he ll never get to say
He had it put down in a paper
If they come in his search
The bottle will have his letter

His mother’s  birthday
when he left the home
His old man s hand 
he could no more hold
The promises that he made
before he left her lone

Letter in the bottle had it all
Forgiveness he was seeking for
With stains of tear
on the letter L
The word he today understood

The waves for him had finally reached
He closed his eyes with that bottle clenched

Sun peeked from curtain’s hole
Waking him from sleep long
She stood there in tears
holding that bottle and letter

A Reflection

They didn’t like her voice

Neither her steps fumbling

Then what was about her

You found so perfect?

They never knew who she was

Neither she could tell them

Then what did you hear

In the words she never spoke
?

They never saw what her eyes did

Neither what her fingers painted

Then what you saw through

those glasses she wore?

They never noticed the spark

Neither they saw her burning

Then how did you discover

The hidden flint ?

They never saw her wild

Neither how she loved being it

Then what made you feel Her

soul was fluttering to come out?

They could not read her mind

Neither the dreams she carried

Then how can you say her

thoughts were same as yours?

They never saw the walls around

Neither they knew it existed

Then how did you sneak inside

And just met her soul?

Few questions are more beautiful than their answers ….

<p style=”text-align:center;”>They didn’t like her voice

Neither her steps fumbling

Then what was about her

You found so perfect?

They never knew who she was

Neither she could tell them

Then what did you hear

In the words she never spoke
?

They never saw what her eyes did

Neither what her fingers painted

Then what you saw through

those glasses she wore?

They never noticed the spark

Neither they saw her burning

Then how did you discover

The hidden flint ?

They never saw her wild

Neither how she loved being it

Then what made you feel Her

soul was fluttering to come out?

They could not read her mind

Neither the dreams she carried

Then how can you say her

thoughts were same as yours?

They never saw the walls around

Neither they knew it existed

Then how did you sneak inside

And just saw her soul?

Few questions are more beautiful than their answers ….

My Half Story

Originally posted on A Shade Of Pen:

Sometimes, I ponder upon the uncertainty of life. what would happen if someday, it JUST ENDS.. there’s no warning.. No omens, no soothsayer asking me to beware of something and right like that in a flash.. it all ENDS…My story will remain incomplete.. it will end as a half story..

There are so many things I want to tell to people. There are things I wish to do.. There are secrets I want to show.. How will all of that happen? Who will finish my story? I will end up as the INCOMPLETE tale. So, this is the post where I will try to be as honest as possible.. No, there are things I WILL NOT say.. I can’t.. but I will TRY

When I’m not here,

When I am gone

When I’ve drifted to a faraway land

I want you to tell my Dad

I ALWAYS loved him

Even…

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