I live in the corners now where the light is a reflection
and the shadows are real:

The comforting shadows of what was and the
painful shadows of what was expected.

My corner is crowded with transients, like me, pulled
slowly or fast, into the farthest nooks where they are
finally lost to the ephemeral light of here and now.  

It's hard to remember some of them, glad they are gone in fact;
Others are seared in my consciousness, smiling there as when
we shared the light that seemed everlasting as the sun.

But not even the sun is forever.

So I look for something beyond the nooks where my friends
and loves and dreams have gone.

I will tell you, who are still in the light, truly from the shadows
of the corner: only love and hope and Love will mean anything
when you reach this place.

And you will be here too soon.

People said he was bad, very bad or even worse. He was known to be distrustful, heartless. But she was never convinced by this. She fought with them. Never let them speak a word against him. She found goodness in his wickedness. For her, he was different. The best. He could never see her love. He played, every time. Hurt her more than anyone else could. Never left any chance to destroy her. Still, she saw something good. Thinking may be all this was done for her good. May be he cared enough to send her away before he left. She loved him unconditionally with just one hope, that one fine day, life will find its way, he will change for her. He will love her the way she does. And now, she's afraid that may be this is her biggest fault. Never will he change, instead she'll loose herself over hope.
-Vanshika
3/2/16
3:27am

I stand on a sandy shore overlooking a mighty ocean
Dreaming of the goings one of the foreign Shores
And the far away places across the open seas

There may be lands with new creatures
Creatures more beautiful than any other
Creatures even more wonderful than the angels of the heavens

These foreign Shores of far away lands might be deceiving
From beautiful shores to pits, canyons, and dark places of the lands
The possibility that what lies across this ocean might be the very pit of hell

Then I remember something beautiful
A memory like that of one from a dream
But as quickly as the beautiful thing comes into my mind, it passes

So we set sail on our mighty sheepish ship
And we set out to find these lands of which we’ve only dreamed
These wonderful, terrible, heavenly lands of our dreams

Leaving behind the land that we called home
To find these new lands that we might call our own
We land on a shore and find the very object of our intent

We, in leaving our home;and, we found something much much greater
The great land of which we had only dreamt
Was the very land which we had found

A few away shore so familiar to the land of our minds
The great object of our very best dreams
The Far Country for which we had sailed

And found we, the Land of Our Fathers
The old way which we had so long ago abandoned
The history that we had left behind in the dust

The Land of Orthodoxy, the great land of our fathers
A new adventure in a familiar land
The great land of our fathers, our true earthly home

The light of sun
brightens my days
and caresses me
with all its rays.
In the cold of night,
I seek for light
and the seeking helps
sharpen my sight.
Though shadows lurk,
I keep a smirk
that says I know
her love's at work.
My spirit plays
in mysterious ways.
So when sight is dim
her guidance stays.