Every unanswered call deepens the dread,
every unanswered call raises a flicker of hope,
Swept in chaos.
Hours changed to seconds and time takes a giant leap
A moments laughter changes to a execrable weep!
Paced to be making wishes come true,
What's in store nobody knew,
Vanished in air ,turned to ashes.
A fate that was meant to be,
In distant sun dappled trees, a charred black carpet is all there is left to see.
Million dreams shattered,
laughter silenced by hues and cry,
Twisted ,turbulent journey,
tested by fate ,where death will not shy.
What is meant to be will never cease ,
Fate and destiny dwindling like a trickle,
If it teaches us anything, it’s that life is fickle.
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
The recent air crash in india of the London bounded aircraft is an incident that has shaken every person and compelled me to pause, think and just be ...life is very fickle ...
Prayers with everyone grieving