A Spark From Heaven

I still remember that special day,
When you walked into my life,like hope's ray
I wondered,An angel in mortal's lair?
Your eyes so captivating,and filled with care
You walked towards me,Oh so gracefully!
And smiled at me,So pleasantfully!
Felt as if the world had stopped for eternity
And time was defeated,by your beauty's divinity
That moment,I realized I couldn't take my eyes of you
I knew that,we were meant to be like the leaf and the morning dew
The days passed,The seasons rolled
You became a friend,A hand that I could hold
Like a small bright spark that ignites a fire
You inspired me to take myself higher and higher
You made me feel like the king of the world
You took me out of a shell,Where I lay curled
As I held your hand,I knew this was meant to be
We were no longer friends,No more seperate entities
But fate has a way of stopping things
Like stopping the music when one's life truly sings
I watched you wither slowly
But you were still smiling at me,So boldly!
I still remember that fateful day
You left me,Oh divine ray!
I whispered into your ear,how much you truly meant,At last!
You looked at me with your watery eyes and gave a smile
And then,went to a deep slumber,so peacefully yet so fast!

Master of my destiny

As I walk along the deserted road
I wonder,

If I am different
From the rest of the herd
If it is ok to think, like a free bird
No chains, No cages
As I write on my life’s pages
Choosing my own words,
Choosing my own path,
Leaving my own marks,
In an ink, that is neither too light
Nor too dark

I have to struggle
As I swim against life’s flow,
Facing the winds of mockery,
And the strong current’s merciless blow
I pray to it , to let me pass
The tears in my eyes, lost
In its watery mass
But I swim and I swim
Not bowing to its whim
For I am a fighter,like a knight
Dressed in shiny armour

No regrets, No pain
I call it boon, But many call it a bane
For I am the master
Of my life, And my destiny
Choosing my path, The one that looks good to me
But,The road is less travelled
A road that is avoided
The deserted road is looked upon
With fear, And with contempt

The Wandering Soul

I am the wandering soul,
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone,
Among the living;
I watch them thrive,
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive

I see the innocent laughter of the child,
And the silent tear of a girl,
The warmth of a mother’s love
And the arrogance enveloping this world
I see the good, the evil
Held within their hearts, I watch everything
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive

I do not feel,
The warmth of the morning sun,
Nor the kiss of the gentle breeze,
The coldness of the winter’s night
Nor the cheer of the colorful spring
For I am an outcast, but I watch them
Wanting to be with them,
Wish I was alive

I am the wandering soul,
I have no path, no goal,
Enveloped by solitude,
And I walk all alone
I am condemned,
For I took away something,
Which I thought was mine,
A gift to be shared, and that gift was my Life…..