fluttering white wings
tears of love shed on the beings
a rain-angel smiles
~
a rain-angel smiles
compassion for the earthlings
makes everything right
~
makes everything right
colors splatter on the sky
happiness abounds
~
happiness abounds
her compassionate smiling
reverent heads bow
~
reverent heads bow
the love spreads its wings to fly
peace ensues around
~
peace ensues around
compassion for each other
a happy ending
source- daily painters
story
that resonates
with the tears of the eyes,
it is way far-fetched but it still
goes on
Travelling between
the thin line of
reality and fantasy,
looking for an emerald
that resides in me,
.
I stumble through distant paths
get burnt by dragon’s tongues,
I climb the mountains
to see no sun
but be struck by lightning
in search of something
that is nowhere
but inside me,
.
I dwell in darkness
feast on my own dead skin,
split open my eyes,
looking for that island
where I think the stone is;
.
fantasy becomes reality
when I last return home,
and find some drops
falling down my open eyes,
they glint with a distinct sheen,
and I realize,
they are the dear stones,
I was looking for,
in the realm of fantasy,
.
all the time,
them being overlooked
by my heart,
but present
in my own reality.
*Written in response of dVerse Mirage/Fantasy prompt.
“He isn’t ready. I won’t suggest you to meet him.”
“I would like to see him and that is my decision.”
“Love, he doesn’t remember…”
A single drop of tear appeared in her eyes, “I don’t care whether he remembers or not. I want to meet… meet him,” she said in a cracked voice.
“As you wish dear, but do not tell him…”
They walked up the old wooden staircase which creaked at every step. There was a foul smell emerging from the room looming before them.
“I give you ten minutes,” the care taker said and walked back down the stairway.
She was left alone. Hesitatingly, she knocked at the door. There was no reply. She knocked again.
“Uh!” a terrible voice emerged from inside.
She opened up the door and found the wrinkled man sitting on the chair, curiously looking at her.
“I remember you, sweetheart… my daughter.”
* This comes out to be my 400th post. I thank you all for the continuous support. It is a great feeling. This blog has become the most important thing in my life and I am not kidding. 🙂
And to rejoice the moment, I would like to share one of my most favorite songs with you all:-
The moon peered down at me through the haze, while I stool silent, lost in the reverent atmosphere. The sound of the waves was enriching and it filled my soul with a longing. And it seemed the tears would make an appearance but it wasn’t so. Their time hadn’t yet come because my longing wasn’t yet acknowledged by my soul. It was just a fleeting balloon away from the reach of my touch. But then the haze parted and the moon beam descended on me and I could see my flesh in the dark and I knew I was a breathing creature, not merely a conscious flying away in the oblivion. I recognized my longing and then those tears, I loathed and loved at the same time, spilled out but there were just a few of them. May be it was just meant to be so.
a piercing moon beam
all the past wounds torn open
realizing tears flow
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