Voice from the Darkness

When the last ember of light disappeared
I descend the soul of darkness
Courage in my heart
In that utter darkness,
I saw my friends.

Look
That is my dear friend,
The loss of November.

The truth of death
Comes from the garden of Heaven
He told us the beauty of death,
The freezing numbness….
Starts from the toes…

He calls me,
To the eternal world of love
No deception, no pretense.

In that world of love
There is no mistrust
There is peace,
There is calm,
There is trust,
Empathy
And values…

Poem

Some Inept Thoughts

My blues are dark and deep
They don't flee from my life
The smiling face, hiding my blues,
The silent death, that comes true
I can't accept even now.
My dear friend, are you dead?
I can't accept this fate of yours.
It is not fate, it is not natural.
Where are you now?
Tell me and come to my dreams...
Like our good old days
Those cheerful evenings....
I won't forget, I won't forget
I won't forget you... I can't....

hai friends

It is very difficult to bring all of you back to earth as you are already some where in a wild imaginative world.
So enjoy my wild imaginations
You can certainly call a halt to my writings if it is boring.
In this, I call to mind the wild imaginations of my teenage.
When I cast my mind back to my college days, I can recollect the small beautiful black mole on the left cheek of my boyfriend.
Once he told me it was not your sparkling eyes, but the innocence in them that caught my eyes.