Kites and Memories

Taking every single piece of memory, my friend
I made them into thousand kites & let them all fly.

All along the way, the breeze filled with hues
Of scents that whisper hushed goodbyes.

Mist filled the ocean, and ships drift-away
Scattered heart made promises, running along window-panes.

Smiles captured in memories; a snow globe left in hands
A single rose apiece depicts the in-depth complexities we felt.

Pretentious wisdom comes knocking & we unlock the gates
Nonetheless, in our souls, we nurture,
the self along with the innocent childhood we shared.

The Lost Place

“When you don’t know where to start,
just go to a place you miss so much.”

― Toba Beta

Ashes & Flame [Complete]

 

The ashes were on flames again
But with hope of the burn again

They couldn’t catch the fire
as there was nothing left.

But the hands & sleeves caught fire
Burning with the rising pain

It was silenced in the end..
With sand that lay there.

The door of secrecy unlocks
A glance of future, it holds

Tears burns the heart and soul
A prayer that never comes, finds its way through the door

What He saves, is the safest of all
All the ashes were then all gone.

Truth Of The Traveller

‎‎”Though I might travel afar, I will meet only what I carry
with me, for every man is a mirror. We see only ourselves
reflected in those around us. Their attitudes and actions are
only a reflection of our own. The whole world and its
condition has its counter parts within us all. Turn the gaze
inward. Correct yourself and your world will change.”

~ Kirsten Zambucka