Life is all about bringing end to the start...and starting to begin everything novel...
I kept focusing on my past..
Nothing was found there...
except some broken emotions....
A bleeding heart...
generously woven
A river in eyes....
seeking ocean..
A mind that wandered...and is still wandering...
No way to go, inside a labyrinth...
Once the brain tried to dissolve, all wounds and grief
All cries, all beliefs..
And here I stand today...
With few bunch of roses...
Some fragrant and fresh...
Some dried and shriveled....
In despair, I look to the sky
In contentment, I admire the beauty of pain and pleasure....Eisha