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”.
