The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

© Shilpa Sandesh I am bound by the conviction of love The bounds that so much I adore. My heart plays with feelings that be, My love, he plays, with emotions within me. My soul is hurt, and so are my feelings. I stood with you, in whatever your worries be. But lonely I feel, without words from you, Be it the words of a hurt self, To me they would always be, Your expressions of love, And a feeling of being my own.

© Shilpa Sandesh I close my eyes to lose myself Into a divine silence, Where words are told but still untold; Where things are seen yet unseen. The unfaithful world, this world of life and death, enraptures my soul. Oh Lord! I pray thee! Let my soul release with your touch of ease, Or I'll be lost In this wheel of time ever and forever.

© Shilpa Sandesh Time flies by us, they say, But it lies by me, I face. I have to confess that, I am missing you and, my intuition says, you are missing me too. We might be for now, seas apart But we would be soon, one body, one soul. I wait for you, night and day, Without you besides me my breaths wouldn't stay Oh! Come to me My life I say! For I would be no more If you'd delay.

The hymns of love we the people, sing for eachother. The subjects of sadness, we the people, create for eachother. The complaints and grudges, we the people, have for eachother. But, In the hours of sorrow we the people, need eachother, we the people, are meant for eachother.

© Shilpa Sandesh Wandering midst my stricken thoughts my soul has lost its way. My eyes filled with tears I feel entangled in this web of life. My inner self so alone the world seems so cruel. In the woods of grief, and above the seas of tears, On the hills of sorrow, And the springs of fear, I am but, a small twig blown away by the winds of time. It seems endless, as if more has to come. I am stuck in the threads of my fading breaths, and the setting sun. flag this story as explicit

© Shilpa Sandesh Burning desires and urge As apparel, I set on the path Of countless impediments. With the fire of ambition, And ardour of purpose, I aim my dart At the blue spread above. The wants and wishes, Try to pause my way. The hovering shadows Of misfortune Try to discourage me. But my heart with fortitude To my soul says Never get dejected Never get dismayed For sky's the limit And there are no moderate winnings We either succeed to reach Or we fail !