living on…

That is the beauty of life

You still live on mom and dad

In my blood… and

In the blood of my children

Long after you are gone

Fear of separation

I fear

All those who love me

Shall stop

Being a part of my life

Or

Maybe

I stop being a part of theirs

connection

walking along

the crowded roads

a sea of people

in their own worlds

a microcosm

they carry

with them,

detached…

…yet connected…

by life

time

it just slips away

the time

we have

on our hands

so

lets promise

ourselves today

to

make each moment

worthwhile

the child

I saw

childhood

begging on the streets

running nose

torn clothes

those tender feet

blistered

disheveled hair

I looked

for a sign

of hope

and there it was

in his eyes

the child in him

was speaking to me

state of mind

loneliness

a state of the mind

of a mind boggled

by intricacies

self created

or

by giving importance

to inane relations

alone in life…haiku

you really are alone

in this journey called life

i reflect when I suffer

different

you could never

compensate

for the loss

of my parents

for that love

was a different kind

Dew drops

 

 

tiny dew drops

clinging onto the petals

like i hold on to you

silence

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/noise/
…………..
need to silence
that loud noise resounding
in my head