Winged desires...

I can’t ask thou for help oh God, I simply can’t. Because, I know thou blesseth only efforts Where mine art meager? The answer beholds eternity alone. My heart is so strong, tough like a rock, Are dead all its feelings Are killed all its desires by the start of the clock. I can’t cry out my troubles, nor console my fears; For there are those, who by my single tear are disheartened, Or those whose notoriety doth enfeeble my life, and my being, And whose mirth calls it ‘compete’! A friend that was parted long back, Whose touch, whose presence seems like a mirage yonder hills, Beyond the skies. Floats over eyes, along days and twilights. But disappear like mist, As in myths did goddesses or as did dreams When day lights. If life is so, what different could death be? May be that meant rest, may be that meant peace Peace for now and forever Peace for thine heart, and for thy kin A sullen silence that healeth all pain All’s silent, but then just one question thrives. “Was the purpose of

As years rolleth into months, as did days to hours; as blossoms swirled with the wind into another world at bay. Every dying man to his God, just one thing say. God just one more moment yet another hour a single more breath. give my hand a little more heat. That he may bid adieu Before disappearing into the blue The final Good-Bye. the last glimpse of each eager eye. The games he played, the friends he made. the penny he stole, the lie he spoke the lashes he bore. The subjects he studied, the notes he copied. girls he teased the one he finally married. Father to the children he had been, his own childhood in them he had seen. The Mary of his life,his love ,his wife, For whom he earned ,money all his life. To give her love, now to her needs serve. He asks his God Oh God,just one more....... .....the last chance one single time.....