Worry

If there are no hands to wipe our tears of distress
If there is no comforting shoulder to provide us succour
If none is there to say "Hey, its okay!"
Is worrying even meaningful?

She seemed to have touched some unknown switch in me:What followed was the following

I started with these,it was kind of free verse writing..stream of conciousness.Hope u enjoy it!

Its so true..but then we do feel helpless at times.trying to hold on to invisible strands of rope called hope....all the time wishing that the winds of change shall wipe the tears of our cheeks,heal the scars left deep in our hearts,set the building blocks right..the wish listnever ends..the topmost being the need of a soul mate!

The rest is here:

Broken Glass
I cannot but deny
Life is nothing but a farce.
Ignorant I may seem
But deep down You know
Life is not just about roses and sweet cream.

Whither happiness?
Whither my happy soul?
Whither my pristine heart?
Whither my SELF?

Little did i know ur four lines shall open me up...

Uninterrupted, I write
Fearless and liberated.
I would kiss the ground you walk
For on a journey I embark
All the while using your medium
To do away with tedium......

Time leaves behind
Deep footsteps
Too deep
It looks Ingrained
In the beaches of my life...

Little did I know
All sorrow stems
From the seeds I have sown.........
Little did I know
The existence of "none"
Is nothing but a cosequential harvest,
Of all that I have done...
Little did I know
That future is but a reflection
From distant past stems its definiton.........

Little do you realise
That you have been of great help
For me
To look at myself!

The warmth of the sun,
The quenching waters of the river,
The sweet rustle of the trees,
I have been in Neverland.
But,i am but a bird
And do know
That I have to go....
Thanks for being Mother Earth!