Three tiny tots
and a fluffy dog,
laying on the grass
looked at the clouds.
the first one said,
look an elephant,
the second one said,
look a rabbit,
the third one said
look a dinosaur dancing on the rainbow,
the others were jealous of his imagination,
he was only humble for his blindness
Souls are wandering
in every corner
even now,
searching for nirvana
the truth,
it couldn’t find,
while being trapped
in a body driven by desires
the truth is out there,
somewhere sometime
it would bump into it,
but never in afterlife,
Never.
A touch of red wine,
mixing in the blue above,
brewing the sky
into a million shades
of loneliness,
love
and whatever lies in between.
They say faith lies
in church, mosques,
gurudwaras and other places
but I have seen faith in eyes
of a little girl kissing his brother goodbye
at airport, a mother hoping for his son’s
overseas call and guy who believes his
dog will recognize him after years.
Faith is a gift some are yet to recieve
There were letters,
I never counted
I couldn’t find the strength
to open even single of them
yet they kept coming,
every year on Sept 6th
and I still regret saying to her
Will you write to me every year?
I wish we all could free fall
crash out,
and survive
from broken dreams,
lost love
and
people
who pushed us
to a point of no coming back.
Writings to Heaven 