Brave Heart

Life had been harsh before,

But now, he could not give another test anymore.

I saw him fight day after day,

A tough torso, iron spirit – made up: fake, I say.

A gush of emotions,

Tears full of questions.

But no, he would never cry,

How could he question?

Acceptance – he believed, conquers the pain and repairs the damage.

Amazed me - So much so at such a young age?

Powerless as I sat,

That day, when he came and slept in my lap.

I know it’s the worst of all fears,

To give up, give in, hold firm and bear.

I Respect, I salute to the spirit of that man,

For all he always says he can.

There was so much more in that Brave Heart,

It withheld, bore and prepared for a fresh start

Broken WAVES

Silent shores spoke to the turbulence inside her

As she sat there staring into the infinity of the ocean

Voices in the sea shells immortalized her past - 

How she wished the waves had the power to wash the memories

Memories of her once so complete world:

Now only debris,

Blissful days, now thunder struck, pain struck

Eyes that twinkled, shed tears

Now the waves washed the past –

She let them take her,

Receding waters did her last rites

Indeed freed her from the heavy bundle of the fright

Wind

It had the power to make thousands smile, to make hundreds dance to its tunes, to make them sing, to feel at home in those magical moments, feel connected to those distant souls, connected the night sky and those under it – the non existent strings that were well perceived. They smiled in unison as their faces bloomed, the Wind spread it all.