It

It

No one knows it
when you exclaim
It is very next door
People rush to give
Grievances and condolences
They take part in
Till it is sent with peace
Into the holy grave
Where it reaches the
Heaven or Hell
As its capacity
Try and see to explain
There are more adjectives
But no real sense
No one knows it's there
Everyone is so sure of it
When it comes it comes unknowingly
To take full control of your soul
Is this 'IT', LOVE or DEATH
As I write, I myself do not know.

My thoughts

Looking at life

I seem to have traveled far
In sights of yester’s
Where is that I am heading to
Know where to go from here
Why is this sudden flow?

When is the moon rise, does knoweth who
Moon will rise as planned, no matter what?
Will ebb the ocean of life
For it is to wait and watch
No matter what, life has strong flows
No ending and no sooner the start
The continuous flow will control
Yet another tide that ebbs in

There is nothing much in here
When the storm is high, it strikes in
The stroke can be felt, but blown
Away far away in the tilt of nature
Time ebbs away into years and
Remains struck in the tides of sand
Locked forever in life, for it is
Said, looking at life passes all efforts

Of tide and time, waits no man.

--Kavitha.

Lost

I have recently lost my mobile phone. I am feeling so lost. I dont know how to take this aspect. It is so irritating and so saddening that things are getting worse.

ME

Me............

how do you live?

Well, anybody can survive.