Letting go…

Sleepless nights turned Dark

As she looked her soul for the mark,

Which was carved when he depart,

So she cried with all her heart.

Walking down the memory lane,

She remembered all the promises made, but in vain.

How those amber colored eyes saiD everything,

Happy always as if he’d win the prize ring.

The light of his face was never dim,

Coz she meant the world to him.

If only she’d hear her heart,

That told her that the goodbye was last.

His eyes that pleadeD for her to stay,

Which she thought is what she saw each day.

But this was different and no deception,

Had she known, she wouldn’t have to seek redemption.

Months passed and she didn’t even visit his grave,

Coz for doing that she had to learn to be brave.

She wondereD if ever he would just be a distant memory,

When she wouldn’t recall him every day but just on his anniversary.

Remembering when all he would be is clay,

Would she forget a little of him each day?

She had done everything though,

What she didn’t know was that the hardest part is letting go…

IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF DANIEL

MY DACHSHUND <3

Born 18^th April 2011

RIP 07^th October 2014

FAITH AND MUCH MORE

One morning a liberal woke,

And saw his country covered with traditional conservationist smoke.

Where politics was governed by the son of queen,

Who no doubt was nepotist and mean.

People were blinded by religion,

And believed in all sort of superstition.

The religious leaders were accusers of rape,

The blame  of which the followers helped to escape.

Terrorism was filled in the air,

As it wasn't even the children whom they spare.

The corruption was choking the country,

And even the economists watched with effrontery.

The women weren't treated as equal,

Oh! But I thought the constitution said we were liberal.

The nation would doom soon was the prophecy,

He wondered how it couldn't be true with such hippocricy!

He had to do something soon, he thought,

The ideas to bring down conservatives he sought.

Terrorism, corruption, inequality could all be tackled,

But how to draw line between faith and superstition , he was baffled.

 As the dusk approach and the sun set,

Tired and lost, he finally lay his head to rest.