MY LAST BOW

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Seek, and you shall find

what the mind may hide.

Follow the soft sighs

to where the bird flies.

Dig deeper into your dream

as you float with the stream.

Time will never end

nor will it ever bend.

Enjoy the here and now

as I give my last bow.

THE BRIDGE SIGHS

earthyday:

Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water beneath the bridge
flows smooth and clear.
The town is quiet.
The people are happy.
It is time for bed,
Where dreams will be happy ones.
The bridge gives a soft sigh
Of relief and happiness
Before it settles down for the night.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LISTEN

detestably:

A beautiful castle.
It stands alone and deserted.
What stories could it reveal to us?
How many lives have passed through
its majestic halls?
Has there been dancing in its rooms?
Or have sadness and death pervaded
its stone walls?
Go inside and listen to its story.
Listen to the sighs and whispers,
emanating from its dark rooms.
What do you hear?
I can hear both sadness and joy
mixed together in its soft sighs.
All you have to do is listen.