Heuristic

Gazing at Stars make me wonder  Are these my wishes glittering in the sky  I count when they fall  Drowning in a sea of fulfillment they dry  Are stars enumeration of our pains or pleasures?  Or lists of our guilts or losses?  If their brightness marks our confusions  Or twinkle as our feeling tosses  Maybe stars are a count of endless life  Infinite cycles of deaths and births  Relating the mysterious soul and heaven rife  Defining threads of edgeless circles  Endless thoughts and Limitless stories  Imaginations in my mind sued  For bringing them in words  This story is to be continued… 

Trust was a luxury Between the loved ones Looked like timeless serenity With time, its fondness runs Plenty of sunlight in a farm A fortunate bliss of warmth  Time flew in its arm Too late realized sunburn armth  Went to water Satisfied the thirst  Proud with power Floods and cyclones burst Trust is beautiful When not blind and shy Glorious when faithful Extremeness may make it dry Allow me to polish and relive my trust Re-glorify it, to remove timely rust Will hold its place and just It doesn’t bound or hurt to adjust!

Rings of mazes  Glaze of sunlight,  The mysterious soul  All unresolve the sight ! Thorns sing to themselves,  Never change their attitude to lie,  Flowers lose beauty with time,  Trashed when their fragrance die !

Togetherness with a Rhythm of Play  Someone to laugh with an impish glee  Who to me and to whom I can say  “My eyes can find you beyond you see”  There is always a time-bound  For a budding flower on a tree  To have a feeling so profound  A selfless true love it could be! I wish you see the way My eyes will see you and me An untouched, unheard play A song veracious and free!

A sky glazing with the sun  A green grassland blooming around  Being there was so much fun  Waves of wind had a cheerful sound! The aroma made me wonder  Was only landscape making it beautiful?  Closed my eyes and again did ponder  To my surprise, that feeling was blissful! The wind which I couldn’t see  Had a silver tint of knife  It shined to give a glee  Parallelly acted as a mirror of life! Beauty is not only a good appearance  It is in the divine presence of a soul  Feel and warmth may not come at a glance  Each action has a blow of a complimenting role! Joy comes from within the heart  Eyes add glimpse to the hint  Even a colorless wind with dirt  Possess a beautiful silver tint!

There are some wounds,  Buried deep inside,  Hidden, that no one founds,  May drive an emotional tide!  They are like those flowers,  Held in the fist very tight,  Lost their fragrant showers, Still, their thorns give a painful fight!  Once I opened the fist,  The cuts of thorn dried,  Petals blew with sweaty mist,  Freed their scent flied!  Flowers of wounds,  Wither when secured, With the freedom of forgiveness, Even the deepest wounds are cured!