You held my hand,
When I'm in the verge of giving up.
You caught me when I fell down.
Your one of my inspiration of being strong.
And everytime I think of you,
My mind kept on remembering your words.
Though I'll miss you,
I will remember all the memories that we shared.
In laughter and in sorrow,
In sunshine and through rain.
I know your there,
Someday we will meet again...

Mum was in ICU,
Everyday I prayed for her long life,
I visited all the  holi places,
Praying,praying for her life,
She died!
I was angry with God,
I couldn't come to  terms with life,
I raged and ranted.
Then I came to know,
I had asked for her long life,
I WAS HER LIFE.

White was it in the end
no colour, no
the pale skin
an uneasy peace
frightened with shadows
what in the end it came as white
a stream of light
in the night.

Changed what could not be
disturbed yet still
alive to see the shine
the sun, this morning
cheerful to come with all the might
the end of darkness
but then the life left.

White moon flowers in the garden
wilted after fighting the night
all remains was
the feeling of the defeat
prominent after the victory
all the black dressed gathered
speaking kind words
of how she won the night
and died despite.

I got to experience hell
for 4 years
before I even died

It's called high school

Like the sunset
On a rainy day

You are missing

How is it
that one person can be both
the sunset that never came
and
the sun that set too soon?