Between life and death
For a mortal soul
The longings are many
Sometimes even for death.
Departures are always sudden
And arrivals mostly on time.
Wretched soul never knows
It always happens....
Not of love, Not of hate
Not of joy, Not of melancholy
It always happens and
Always for a reason.
None can reason
How good it is- For
None can envision
How bad otherwise - Oh!!
The heart aches and
The soul cries - For,
The happenings never met
The happenings in its dreams.
With the million words
And the million hymns,
Prayers are in plenty
For a better life and
For a peaceful death,
With love in plenty
Through the passage.
The heart never lives
Where love is abundant and
The soul always craves
Where it is ignored.
For the life sails
In search of the mythical love,
And when it is time
The abundance is too heavy to float.
In search of love we live
In regret that we missed we die!!!
Oh isn't that all we do?
Too poor to stop death
Too arrogant to love back.
Ohh!! Poor mortal soul,
Love before its too late.
For love is wonderful
You give or take
You always gain in love,
You slap and kiss
You always gain in life.
Between life and death
For a mortal soul
The longings will be none
Sometimes even in death
If the heart is loved
And the soul loves back.
-sramven
