SOUL

It whispered the dreams in my ears,

driving away the perilous fears.

It motivated me to scale a cliff,

when the contention was stiff.

It emboldened me to cross the stormy seas,

to reach the shore at ease.

It gave me immense hope,

thin threads aided as a strong rope.

It rallied with a spark of optimism,

to vandalize the lamp of pessimism.

It tailored the skillful artistry,

to build my castle and monastery.

It helped me to explore exotic locus,

with success as the cardinal focus.

Its beauty never seen,

the origin of strength it has ever been.

It is amalgamated with the build,

never can it be killed.

It stays. . . . . . .

It stays on. . . . . . .

It stays on for Eternity. . . . . . .

 

Live Till the END

A poem that tells a morale to live life king size even after the victim realizes that he is afflicted by an incurable disease.

Old at age but young at heart,

never let your dreams tear apart.

Never let the disease hunt you down,

enjoy life till you drown.

Walking besides the seas,

the world seemed to be at peace.

The waves high and low,

in the sight were the boats in a row.

Kites soaring high in the sky,

clouds left subtle and shy.

Away from the bustling streets,

nature surprised me with treats.

Children filled with glee

as if sweets were given for free.

The fragrance of the flaming wood,

got allured to the delicious food.

The darkness was there to scare,

fireflies lit themselves, it was rare.

Like a kid I admired every bit,

drowsy after a while; wanted to sit.

With a brave heart and firm mind,

I walked in life as blind.

Soon my name will be erased

from world’s slate,

that is my eventual fate.