WAKE UP!!!

The wind of change is blowing…

We know…

It’s time for us to part…

So, spread out ur wings now..

As i set up my sail…

Take nothing from this island…

As it’ll weigh u down…

As for me…

I’ll need to stock up all supplies…

It’s gona b a long journey…

I’ll go wherever the wind brings me…

Hopin tat no storm will break me…

And no weather will make me weary…

I hope u can fly freely…

Defy the wind n seek ur own way…

So, farewell now til v meet again…

May us hav a wonderful journey…

They say…

Some people still feel pain for their amputated limbs,

extracted body parts and removed organs…

like a hollowness that haunts…

Consciously knowing its gone forever…

but unconsciously feels that its there…

I ,too…

felt you long after you are gone…

You left, abruptly…

leaving my heart hanging on the walls that I’d hung our pictures…

stopped at the beat when our time had ceased…

I still hold on to you…

like a lost arm…

feel your agony as it is mine…

" Pain is good." you said…

" Take it with a pinch of salt."

" Savor the pain, savor the moment…"

" Don’t swallow in haste…"

" Cause when  the pain is gone…"

" You’ll missed the taste…"

We draw lines all the time,

to remind us of the never-crossing border…

I like mine drawn with pencils…

Sharply defined, thin fine lines…

when I’m edged,

Vaguely smudged, thick bold lines…

when I’m aged,

and sometimes..

I’ll just shade it and smear it…

till no line is visible…