Unsung Melodies - Part 3

They spoke no word, their eyes talked,
Their fingers entangled a sublime touch.
None thought about any but them
There were only those moments such.

He followed her walk, her fragrance, her beauty;
Into the streets and alleys and hills.
The melancholy soldier regained his strengths,
regained his spirit and his skills.

He did not even know her name
And over a month did he stay,
Sensing the time to leave may be in the vicinity
he gathered up the courage to say.

Unsung Melodies - Part 2

Hell hath infernos - so he was told,
But his skin did not seem to burn.
He did not see angels in clouds,
Had his soul taken the wrong turn?

Angel he did see, and most beautiful was she !
She floated gracefully and lifted his head.
Our sailor stilled speechless as he drank water
And then she rested him back to the bed.

Losing count of the hours and days
He woke up in a dark lit room;
Fighting back memories of deception,
Fighting life and the ocean's tune.

And then appeared divine angel again,
With soup and a loaf of bread.
Let no one disturb the silence of the night
Her fairness deserved sonnets unsaid.

Unsung Melodies - Part 1

'To each his own': sighed the lonely sailor
As his mates battled the fiercest oceans;
'To be left behind may not be a curse',
And so struggles his heart with emotions.

He journeys into the town alleys
Hoping to forget his misfortunes,
Camaraderie betrayed, bereft of love,
The cobbled stones seem like dunes.

Alone in the crowd, he looks for semblance,
This desert defeats the battle with thirst;
Toying with the idea of never quenching
The Sailor dons the clouds of Hearse.

His feet fail, his knee resides,
Unto the ground he does not recognize.
Miles away from house and home,
He drifts sweetly and closes his eyes.

Great expectations

How different are you? How unique are you?

World is full of people, people with similar characteristics - people with similar faces. And yet, everyone in their heart believes they are different. It is these thoughts that give us the confidence to rationalize our actions, even when common wisdom suggests wrong doing. It is also these thoughts, which make us expect things from people.

We spend our lives full of hopes and expectations. And most of the times, we're bound to fail. But we try and not let each other down once we decide they mean something to us. We wish the best for them, we hope and pray for them, hoping - they would be doing the same for us. Yet, everyone, being unique in their own sense, never responds the way we had hoped. How badly have you ever felt? There is truth behind the saying that those we love also possess the ability - no, the power - to hurt us most. And yet, they may be oblivious to it - because they are, different.

It is scary to lose someone really dear or even think about it, people generally sink into their darkest ever shadow of loneliness. We feel the same sentiments, but we differ in our responses to them. We hope we are strong enough, especially when the loneliness returns to haunt us. Those that do weather this storm, really are different. The rest are just lowly mortals.