The Breathe
It comes
in, giving you a life,
And
goes out giving others a memory
The Breathe!
Attack
Like a
kite it came up into the sky,
Approaching
my wings and stopping me from the fly,
To
sight what it was I turned back,
And
realized it was a beautiful Dream attack!
Map marked with Destinies
By the
road side everything lies
The
trees and under them the people’s dried lives,
The
ponds and flowing in them the befouled broken bonds,
The
signboards and labeled on them the disagreed directions,
And,
along it we travel, looking at a map marked
with our destinations.
Tiny Drops
Tiny drops of purity from the heaven
Befall
upon our heads and hence the gifts are given
We
open up those gifts and soak in them
Embracing the elixir that made us ransom.
A Bank
A bank of memories
That
gives the interest in happiness
Is
the place where we better deposit our hearts
For
our life is none at all but a transaction of feelings.
Written By: Krishna Kanth
