The Life ~ A Quill Of Sparrow

The poetry`s written when a metaphor leafs through his old-life one night & finds, the time ain`t stop, not even for a while. How the time walks on by him; passed on by his life`s seemed like yesterday – The Dune Of Olden-Day, but it`s been long years since he had opened a book to read so, today... when he reads an old book covered with dust; yellow & broken pages after long years, he finds.. oh, even the life`s by no means gone. What just left behind is only a leaf of memories... saved unto memorable pages Every joy he has had couldn`t returned back to him in same phase. He walks the door, sits across lonely stairs; reminds the days left gone & gets bled in... words holding tears to his watery eyes.

Let the world sleep into its grave
holding a peace to its place,
Life has no reason to be chased
Time wondering, why the night appears dark, & the clouds so haze?
The moment I live within
is meant to be gone into the ashes of grey,
To me, Past becomes memory...
& The life.. just a phase of closing-day

No need to live anymore; No need to be shined
The mind plays a game with heart, & I get trapped inside
Time ain`t stop not even for a while
I want to be lived, & I have to be a shadow in light

Let the night rest upon hearts
with tantalized beams of wicked worlds,
Every wrong fantasy makes night worst
Nothing to worry `bout, Love`s just a leaf of `tis big-universe
After darkest-hours, there`s always a lit of morrow
that lightens up the day with joy with or without sorrow
Keep dreaming & Get moving along empty roads...
The life – A quill of flying-sparrow
(that has no direction to blow)
is just... blown by unfazed winds to tranquil harrow
Oh... it’s late, I must look forward to get leafed through another written-unwritten pages of to-morrow.

(It means, love brings peace, comfort and joy to everyone, but in the end, the life finds itself across some deep wounds wounded by love. No one stays in life.. for long. Everyone`s meant to be gone so is life.)