It’s a beautiful day again,
But I am feeling a bit Insane,
He just tried to cross my path,
I wonder sometimes why Life is
Being left alone is what I only
He never understands me though
One day I sat questioning God
What He wants to endow,
Said, unsaid Contemplations make
My Present Vanishes so fast,
Which is my Only Treasure now.
Coming into my life, to make it heavenly
He was an angel in disguise,
He told me to take life in a positive stride,
That life has its share of high also low
We can have the kite sway in the direction of
Our choice, with all our might.
I am turning to his tunes, and bending to
To keep unhealthy, unfit breaths at bay.
This poem is special, as it was written for some one whom I will never forget. Some people are like angels, they guide you, inspire you, you come to respect them. Yet at the end, they are only angels; and angels and humans cannot be companions. Still, there is a divine happiness in just getting to watch them or know them a bit.
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© 2012 Charu Bhatnagar
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