Day of Departure

Tears of Tragedy
Flood the gates of Heaven
Prayers remain unanswered
And all Hopes freeze in time

I gaze into the future
To glance back in time
It seems like all the memories
Of my past are pouring in
Like monsoon rain

I might want to remember
I might want to forget
I would love to forgive everyone tonight, perhaps
And be forgotten without any trace

It is a beautiful way to wind up
A solitarily exhausting journey
To listen to the peals of laughter
Echoing in the backdrop at the end

At least it is better
Than the monotony of silence
That eagerly waits to welcome me
And put my restless soul to rest
Once and for all

. . .


Now it’s all over
I am over here now
To bear with each long day
As it leisurely burns away
Until I soon fall fast asleep forever
To wake up to face my trial
On the most anticipated Judgment Day

Wave Watching

Crimson & Cozy

Roads & Rush Hour

Royal Palace - Sri Lanka

One Misty Morning

Tantalizing view from Taj Samudra

Alluring Atrium

Spiral Minaret

Fortress of Freedom

Solitary Corridor

Wood & Limestone

Medieval Arabia

Crescent Craft

Distance

This one word constantly keeps haunting me of the solitary times that I have lived in my past and of those that I may have to spend in the coming future. I do not know how time has been slipping through my hand as almost eight years have swept by…

The time when I came here I was confused and quite sad at having left my past behind. In these few years that I have spent here, I had adjusted my sails but now it seems the previous act shall repeat all over again.

This unusual feeling of some strange sort of sickness has kept me very quiet and isolated for the last few days. This time, I think I feel as if I am moving half way from my own self to somewhere I do not belong but that I shall have to fend for myself in the classic battle called “Survival of the Fittest”. I am no David or Goliath. All I know is that I will give in my best for the win.

This Distance shall once again leave me hacked right through my soul when I finally move on. The miles that lie ahead of me stretch so far away that they seem to touch the horizon and merge with the evening sky. I do not know if I can complete this journey, but I am hopeful that I will not stop walking until I arrive at my ultimate resting place and rest until Eternity…

Green Day

Of Graves & Tombs

Alone in the Indian Ocean

Horizon

Village by the Sea

Melancholic Morning

Delicate Designs

Dainty Doha

Night Delight

Inferno Intensity