The words got scattered
Like stardust
The kites soared high up
Reaching infinity and beyond
The thoughts remained
Unchanged
The people remained
Voracious.

She read the manuscripts
In her dreams
There was a hiatus
That changed the way
Broken paths
And
Shattered dreams
It Made her think differently
For good or for bad
Is still something she is caught up with
For joy or morose
Is something
She has to decide
For every turning point
In her life
Makes her soul
Robust
And every ray of light
Reinforced a new thought

Things start and come to and end
People left and things were prioritised
Somewhere in the middle
Of this hiatus
She learnt how to
Live.

His spirit hovered,
On the edge of the doom.
And before his eyes,
Were a couple of books
And his favourite illustration hanging in a frame.
He looked outside the window
And saw,
Children on their way,
And the winter cascade falling from the heaven.
The lakes were now frozen.
And life now took a turn.
The Elysian Gates now welcomed him.
All his life he thought he was a burden on everybody
Now he had nothing to regret about.