A Conversation: Part 13 Usman: As I sit on the cliff's edge, and think Of her, and her luscious lips of rosy pink Her voice flows down the mountainside And gently pushes me off the brink Sai: This one is called "Shalom" Close your eyes and tell me, What do you see? Do you see a reflection of that person, Who you used to adore, Or a reflection of you, Standing there just alone? Stare for a while... You'll see the image fade, Right in front of your eyes. Then maybe you'll know... If it's the loss that makes your eyes tear, Or if it's a blessing in disguise, That has unleashed Unknown tears of joy. Shalom. _______________________________________
A Conversation: Part 6 Usman: Opiates, religion or just plain lies Any port in a storm if a child cries But if these ports continue to be trusted The child remains a child until the day he dies Sai: This one is called "Speculation". An addiction, That makes you a victim. A condition, That either rips you apart, Or binds you closely to tradition. A relation, That makes you forget all your past connections. Is this love? Or some sort of possession? Maybe a divine intervention? Who knows... Whatever maybe the cause of it. Does it really matter, To know the start of it? Ah, let them be... Who are we to demarcate? As long as they accept, The impact of their actions, And see the ripples of their fate. Until then, We can only speculate. _______________________________________ Reference: A Child is Crying: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/a-child-is-crying.html
