The whistle..a short poem

The whistle,

It deafens my ears, It dismantles my nerves.

As though to give a message, It passes through every passage.

It pierces my heart, and tears my body apart;

Disheveled, I try to hold on

Hold on to the past time; Hold on, to the beautiful memories

But the train; Its too fast. I lose my control, unable to keep my hold;

So I flow along with the tide.

My tears, My dreams drown with me

I am lost Forever…

“This is a short poem written several years ago when I’d found myself drowning in the maya of our outer world;

Just thought of sharing it with readers today!”

Over the years, I found that there is no value in holding on to the past.

When I did let go of the past, I found tremendous Joy, and; the Divine waiting for me,

So just a little friendly advice;

“Move on in life, move inwards upwards within yourself where you'll find the divine light; don’t get stuck in worldly frustrations, however dark life seems today”.

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