Whispering melodies

Last night

When half of moon visited the sky

I saw a strange vision.

What was it?

What it meant?

God’s word or,

Satan’s voice.

Angelic origin or,

My eyes’ fault.

But the half was smiling

Looking at me

Peeping rather,

From the nearby house.

It wanted something I know.

It needed something I felt.

I ran for help

Forgetting the human limits.

Pain, happiness, joy, cry

All faded in that milky shine.

But Alas!

All my effort went in vain.

The help I wanted to give

The care I wanted to provide

They were of no use.

Solitary,

I failed.

Far, far away,

The half went.

To meet its beloved.

To be full, to complete.

Its pain I knew before

Reason I feel now.

“I’ll be back”

Said it to me.

“Complete with other half, beside me”.

I’ll wait, I’ll wait

For the promise to complete.

Bless thee Oh! Incompleteness.

You give us all a meaning.

I’ll find you one day, I promise.

My other half, trust me

I’ll find you one day, I promise.

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A moment is what I need

For my millions dreams, I see.

Wishes, hopes, tears and joy.

But Alas!

Amidst all the commotion,

All the kill, hate and blabber.

What I do? What I do?

Have to run away,

Fly off far away.

God, where are you?

I want my moment.

Please,

A moment is what I need

For my millions dreams, I see.

Tears flowed,

A little moistening of the cheeks,

Followed.

Reminding all the truths.

Hidden that were

In the bottom if my heart.

Pain that I feel, sorrow that I felt.

It all came back to me.

I have lost a million times.

Why does it hurt now?

Burnt in love a few times.

Why does it hurt now?

All the memories coming back to me.

Like before death they do.

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PS- After this my train of thoughts collapsed and this incomplete poem is left. Though somehow it feels complete, to me. Only, it can not justify the title.

I am beginning this blog with the prestige because a poetry is never complete without its end. Without the prestige their is no motive to the beginning, no use of the journey. How so much we say that it is the journey that is important the truth shall never change. It is the goal that brings true joy. The prestige is where everything comes to its climax, where everyone finds out the truth, where it all ends.

And of all the endings one can be in, like an ending of a movie or a relationship. Maybe end of an era, a century or the end of a journey. Nothing is as absolute or as comprehensive or as inevitable as the end of life. Death is the greatest prestige that we all witness. And the most beautiful thing about it is that it is the single most remarkable thing that we all witness. It is the one destination we all reach. It is the one ending we all know.

And it is the one thing that fascinates me the most. You will along the path see many poems on death. Hence I felt obligatory to dedicate my first post to the ‘end’.

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