The Sad Memories

The sad memories won’t fade away.
And why should they? The tears
bring about the person
who is missed the most?
It keeps them alive and vibrant
in one’s memory bank.
The more a tear falls, the more
they are remembered.

You’re still here with me

My weary feet walked life’s journey
Along winding roads
Hills and dales
Along shores washed by the sea
Along valleys touched by the sun
Knew I was not alone
Your footprints swept by the wind
Are invisible in the dust
You traversed these roads and footpaths
And you left your scent behind
And your lingering fragrances
Fill the stillness
I know that our paths will cross once again

(For everyone who lost someone dear)

Quote of the Week: On Grief

“On grief: I hope you know it is okay if your strength looks a little different in this season. I hope you know that the fire inside of you is still there, even if it burns quietly, and gently, as candles do on windowsills. I hope you know that it is okay to not feel the same and to notice all of the things that have changed, because all of this, absolutely all of this is very real. I hope you also know that even in the rush of it all, there is time and grace to heal. There is time to take your time here, seeking peace beyond understanding, even if you do not feel you are all the way there yet. Breath after breath, depth into depth, the steps that you take not only matter, but they reveal the quiet strength that has been in you all along, and has been growing ever since. “— Morgan Harper Nichols

When I Am Gone

When my soul leaves my body and this life sets me free,
deep in the forest is where I will be.

Take up my ashes and go grab some seed,
make it some seed from a large apple tree.

Find you a spot where the sun hits the ground,
dig a small hole and there lay me down.

Cover me up right there with a seed,
let’s see if together we can’t grow a tree.

Regardless or not if a tree ever grows,
I’m deep in the forest where I wanted to go.

You carried me there and then set me free.
To tell you the truth that’s heaven to me,
deep in the forest among all the trees.
Carried by people I loved and loved me.

Forget Me Not

I am a cold, dead body
No one looks at me
I am buried in the ground
No one remembers me
And it seems to me 
That I am the masses of humanity
Its forever forgotten legacy

Six words story: Guilt

She died, it should’ve been me

Missing Someone (Death)

Where did they go? I want to go too

But they told me to stay, they will be back soon

But in vain I kept waiting

Oh how I wish they did send me a key to unlock time

Oh don’t they know I’d kill to be able to hear their voices one last time

One more hug, one more anything

Maybe we will meet again in another life, in another dimension,

Over another rainbow until then I will keep waiting

 

Six Words Stories: Gone

A year ago, she was here.

My Dear Friend, I Miss you

Dear Friend

You are missed by many

Loved by all who had pleasure of knowing you

It seems like an eternity since we talked, laughed, cried, and hugged

Every place I go I imagine you walking with me

It’s never the same now, it’s never without you

You were always one of my best friends though sometimes I didn’t realize it

You are an angel who left us with million memories of inspiration,

Patty, your name is tattooed across my heart forever

(Dedicated to Patricia, it’s been almost five years, I miss you)

Live your life

A friend: where we will go, after we die?

Me: Why do you care?

A friend: What if I died tomorrow, will I go to heaven?

Me: Look up!! Just see how the sky is turning blue losing its drabness and monotony.

A friend: what does this even mean?

Me: It means you’re not dead so stop acting like one! Just like the sky, you are a beauty and a bringer of happiness and smiles. You were placed here to live not to just exist. So don’t be afraid to take the extra mile and stop assuming for the worst.