The Sparks of Life...!!!

I see a long road and I keep walking,

For years I have walked with my eyes closed…
No, I am not blind and I can see
But I knew the path was smooth enough,
And I knew I was clinging on fingers…
That would help me if I chanced a stumble.
And I never stumbled, not for once.
I was living a dream.
I kept walking in its trance;
With my eyes closed, across the road.
But lo! I was struck!
I got hurt but as I believed
Those hands helped me get up,
They tended to the wound and strengthened me
And so I continued with the walk.
My pace slowed because the wound hurt everytime,
But before I could try to walk in my fashion,
Again I was struck…
My eyes opened wide as I cried loudly;
I shouted: I needed those Hands of help,
There were no hands and I winced in pain
All alone…

I got up and tried to walk.
It pained but I was able to.
I took my steps cautiously,
And I found I was able to walk again,
This time, sooner.

I keep walking, with my head held high.
I take myself to be a queen, in my own right.
Unstoppable and unreachable…
Sometimes it rains and sometimes
The Sun is too harsh…
I look around for shelter
I find many but all of them are too small…
Sadly, none fits me.
But I have my weaknesses… my vulnerabilities…
Deep inside, I was still afraid.

But my notions wavered my concentration
And I was struck once again.
I fell down, the wound was bleeding badly…
Was I shouting?
Why wasn’t I crying?
I had fallen, broken-hearted.
Shattered and lost…
I don’t cry because
It’s not expected.
I don’t shout because
It doesn’t look good.
I’m silent…

Our friendship withers…

We might not meet, we might not chat,
But we would still be friends,
You better don’t forget that…

Times would go passing by,
Changes would come with you and me,
Our lives destiny would shape,
As with time progress we make।

Remember the moments which we share…
No matter, now you are where
You would then miss me
But in your memories I will be…

Distance would take us away miles & miles,
We might not even see each others smiles.
We might not help each other;
But still let not,
Our friendship withers…

Ode to Autumn...

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.