Letter in the bottle

When prayers stopped to work

And fate on him just smirked

He was waiting to pay the natures debt

In a dark corner of his ship wrecked

The words he ll never get to say

He had it put down in a paper

If they come in his search

The bottle will have his letter

His mother's  birthday

when he left the home

His old man s hand 

he could no more hold

The promises that he made

before he left her lone

Letter in the bottle had it all

Forgiveness he was seeking for

With stains of tear

on the letter L

The word he today understood

The waves for him had finally reached

He closed his eyes with that bottle clenched

Sun peeked from curtain's hole

Waking him from sleep long

She stood there in tears

holding that bottle and letter

A thought ..

It's not only about she or he but the life.. It's your vision which creates an image about someone, or your oneself..
It's your perspectives how you take things . If you can't love your self your own life you will never be able to love anyone.. And if you think that I am wrong then you still have no idea what love is.
First give wings to yourself and you will know how it feels to fly ..
And if you will never know how to fly how to try what will you preach about it? If you never cross the bridge if you never swim to the other bank how will you know what is it on the other side?? Just like this if you never fallen or you have never tasted bitterness you will never find out how it feels to reach the peak or you will never know how sweet is the sugar..
If you never come out and search for opportunities , chances will never come to knock at your door.
If you can't fly you have your mind let your fancy travel and let your thoughts speak and you ll fly without owning a pair of wings..
Don't bound yourself in the limits
be limitless be a good change...

A Reflection

They didn't like her voice
Neither her steps fumbling
Then what was about her
you found so perfect?

They never knew who she was
Neither she could tell them
Then what did you hear
in the words she never spoke ?

They never saw what her eyes did
Neither what her fingers painted
Then what you saw through
those glasses she wore?

They never noticed the spark
Neither they saw her burning
Then how did you discover
the hidden flint ?

They never saw her wild
Neither how she loved being it
Then what made you feel her
soul was fluttering to come out?

They could not read her mind
Neither the dreams she carried
Then how can you say her
thoughts were same as yours?

They never saw the walls around
Neither they knew it existed
Then how did you sneak inside
and met her soul?

few questions are more beautiful than their answers..

Warmth

Darkness kept it hidden

beneath the layers of Meadow

Until the warmth fell upon

and it blossomed in its own glow