The island

I understand that certain scars won't heal over time.
I have tried a million ways, umpteen times, to bounce back to the one whom I used to be in my boyhood days-
Before the beautiful people merged with my soul in their short intervals.
Nobody stays.

I understand that certain people are born to be an island.
And, I am one of them.
Some accidentally reach the island...
Some other comes to conquer its resources...
They either suffer or nurture being there.
But, none stays.
An island is an island.
I am destined to be that island.
I thank those beautiful adventurous people who fortunately or unfortunately had spent their time on the island.
When they leave, that which they planted, grows...
None of the inhabitants remembers what they have caused during their stay.
They just moved on.
But, the island remains, with the scars on its bosom, and the grass on its shores-
Until the ocean roars one day and envelope all of it to heal itself...

The earlier the better, for the pain still exist!

The two people

One said to the other, "Did I not tell you not to stay alone, you filthy creature?"
The other replied, "Yes, but... I couldn't help it, brother."
The earlier said, "I thought I was heavily strategic to run you. But, now that I am failing to hold you. To guide you."
The other replied, "I tried to do justice to you, brother. But, I don't know, I am failing too."

"I know you are better. But, hold on to reality, please..."

Unfortunately, both lived within him.
Uncertainty, yet again!

Peace!

Hope the departed ones are sleeping in peace with their beloved!

Familiar stranger

I used to say to a familiar stranger, "It is tough to be me, and easy to be you."
The familiar stranger agreed.

The names

The rhythms, the names, you murmur today will be the same you used to murmur in your beautiful childhood.

No matter they are alive or dead.

Or they are someone else's!

The life is over?

Amid night, after being stronger for a little  while, tired and exhausted, I say to myself, "the life is over."
Then, I improvise, saying, "that life is over."
And, I see my eyes aren't wet yet!
I have changed.

Doctors, teachers and dancers...
I hardly see a magical tomorrow.
For, my past travelled with you, the present carried you, though I can only manage to feel comparatively little of your heavy weights now.
But, somewhere beneath, I say to myself, "the life is over."
I am trying to improvise...
Amid night.

Something within is not stopping.
Something within is craving for something.
I know not when it is going to be quenched.

I will improvise until then.
Hopefully, the half dead.
From, a distant land.