poetry for the feelings felt when one looses one's dear one in case of death... |
Sometimes in the midst I feel the chill of that touch….. Making my heart chink to pieces Turning me from the firm to confuse Challenging a rung ahead to intricate life Going from top to the bottom All through you were mine But making me realize now you are none But sometimes in the midst I still find place For you on this enormous earth To get to you in those awesome days Making holiday each day To me you were everything From my adore to abhorrence From my ego to my worth And from my birth till I reach grave You left me alone in the world of ugliness Considering me to be beautiful But you never knew How special you were to me Still sometimes in the midst I feel the chill of that touch By my little hands to your dead cold fingers Making my soul cry for the worst thing Recently have happened in my life due to you I asked almighty for how can it be possible For mine to survive without you He remained silent in case He had definitely committed a mistake For your departure from me I urged him for his solve the problem He refused in order that the things are done right He said I cannot take the support all my life I have to practice to stand alone And then told me you will always be with me To give me ideas for being beautiful to this ugly world I agreed to all this tough stuff But still one thing pinched me was: Why can I just feel your presence? Why can’t I experience it? He said it’s the rule of game-LIFE I chose to remain silent then….-jaimini |