Some Times…

on Saturday, 15 February 2014

Sometimes dying is a beautiful pain
Leaving the nature of sharing behind us

Some Times…
Resting in peace
Growing again and again

Some Times…
Blossoming In the innocent eyes
Budding at eternal moments

Some Times…
Looking at dawn sprouting with nascent images
And floating with closed eyes

Some Times…
Flying with winged dreaming eyes
Coupled with the viewer and the entity

Some Times…
Placing aspirations in the tender foot steps marks
Building foundations for heaven on earth

Some Times…
 Embracing the soul once for ‘all’
Traversing with transient colors of joy

Sitting on a shore of a still pond throwing pebbles
And observing the ripples with in oneself

Dying is a beautiful pain
Rather breathing like a living dead corpse everyday and hour