You can't heal the people you love.
You can't make choices for them.
You can't rescue them.
But you can promise that they won't journey alone
You can lend them your map,
but the journey is theirs.-
We started fading away,
there was nothing left between us to say.
You, admiring the moon, in the midnight,
me, admiring your glow, in that dim light.
Our memories flowing in my head
once again,
I looked at you, to see that you are fading once again.
I released my hand, to take in your essense
but you faded, and only your smile could be sensed.
Everyone is gone, in that blue sky,
yet, you'll always be here, you and I .-
I still hold your memories,
deep in my veins,
this body still
have your remains.
With you,
these stars used to
light brighter,
like, they are looking down,
beaming their blessings at us.
But now they are void of any shine,
they just stare back at me,
and I can't help but wonder
if you too are looking at these.-
To the living, I am gone,
To the sorrowful, I will never return,
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea,
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity,
Remember me.
Remember me in your heart:
Your thoughts, and your memories,
Of the times we loved,
The times we cried,
The times we fought,
The times we laughed.
For if you always think of me,
I will never have gone .-
I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,
I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,
I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,
I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,
I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.”-
We are all tired. Really, we are. It’s a hard road, but it’s also a beautiful one. Perhaps we expect too much from ourselves and from others. Perhaps humanity can only make slow progress, like an inch worm. Perhaps we need to celebrate how far we have come more often. And rest more. And relish the simple pleasures. And look for love everywhere. There is a river near where I live. It meanders slowly, peacefully. It doesn’t ask itself why it isn’t an ocean, or a raging river, or some other thing. It just surrenders to what it is. Maybe we just need to surrender more to who we are.
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"The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it.”
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It was all about just a flower.
The chaos done, the mistakes made.
The mishappenings done, the choices made.
Those purple little petals should be called pretty,
but they say, "this flower is very ugly".
Yes, it do not have a rose like colour or lotus like shine,
however, the shade of this purple is itself divine.
The flower is called 'Iris' as it have an unusual impression,
yet, it symbolises faith, wisdom, trust and passion.
As another Iris, striving in the world to breathe,
this is hurtful and unfaithful indeed.
Even the clouds don't thunder and rain,
as, this is a funeral flower, used as peace to calm the pain.
It was never about just a flower.
Yet, it was always about just a flower.-
"How can I explain to you, my happiness, my golden wonderful happiness, how much I am all yours with all my memories, poems, outbursts, inner whirlwinds?"
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You may try to forget me, but,
I'll be there, in places you want me not,
In the pages of your book,
As well as your closet, and
You'll remember I once held your heart.
You may try to silence those voices, but,
I'll be the chirping of birds at dawn,
As well as the storm in the desert,
I'll be the whispers of the wind,
As well as raindrops in the silent night.
You may try to run from it all, but,
You'll see my face in everyone you pass,
Pictures of me your head will create,
Songs I sang you'll remember,
And in your head, my words will echo.
You may try to erase me, but,
I left my footprint on your doorstep,
And when you try to wash your hands,
You'll remember I once held them close,
And never again can you be alone in your house.-