Sands of time..


She could feel the sand slipping from her hands,
The feeling she knew was sinking.
She sunk deep and deeper in the sands of time,
Some memories refused to be fading.

Her eyes were filled with tears slish slosh,
Yet she could not let them fall.
Her hands trembled at every little thought,
Yet she could not let this affect her at all.

Overwhelmed, and terrible,
She cursed her sads in life.
Sad and shaken,
She mused at the difficults in life.

Her pain was like some writings on a wall,
Etched there for forever,
But making little sense,
Answers low key, promises tall.

So with a heavy heart and cloud black,
She weighed her options as of now.
Possibilities galore, yet finality in none,
She swallowed the pain with a FROWN.

-Stuti

Dots connected…


A memory, a fairy tale
A thought process, a wish.
A hope, a despair,
The ecstasy, a bliss.

A girl, so pretty,
A feeling, so deep.
An idea, a nitty gritty,
Two tickets, one empty seat.

A prayer, so silent,
Yet wishes, each true.
The plight, so painful,
Each soul, paying his dues.

A friend, a listener,
His patience, a virtue.
Advice, so simple
And rules, bind you.

These words, little random,
But intention, rightly aligned.
Trust me, all dots connected,
One’ll get a story very very FINE.

-Stuti