We live daily -
  each time we choose hope over hurt,
  each time we begin again
  with every breath living a dream

  Death?
  It knocks just once-
  a final hush,
  a curtain call.

  But life -
  life is a myriad scenes
  a million sighs
  and infinite awakenings
  
  So, live and just Live.
  for dying is brief -
  but living is where eternity quietly hides....

Things end -
But do they get over?
or do they learn to seek shelter beneath our skin,
comforted in the quietest corners..
Like a silent part of the becoming
whilst life leans on to something new !!!!

A strange thing about grief —
It never truly dissolves in the rains of joy.
At times, it only blurs,
Eclipsed by the shadow of a darker grief...

Not everything has a why.
Somethings sometimes just are -
like an uninvited eerie silence,
a fading smile,
the unanticipated shout of merriment,
the receding footsteps.

May be the ache
isn't seeking answers
Just a place to rest

Maybe the roar of the mirth
is just meant to be cherished

Not everything has a why.
To let it be -
is its own kind of peace

I Kept going -
and in that choice,
I carried the weight of galaxies ,
the silence of stars,
the stillness of the cosmos
and the fire of creation.
The destination remained unknown
but somewhere along the way
I found myself in the journey...

Truth bends to the eye that sees it.
Some truths stand fixed like stars in the sky,
But many shimmer like reflections in water-
Shifting with the angle ,
dancing with the light

“To be Powerless is to possess the mightiest state of being - For in that emptiness , lies the possibility of becoming anything”