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

© Shilpa Sandesh A call for peace or a shriek for help; A need for escape, With an urge to yell. Life surprises sometimes, With the blows of misunderstandings; And we keep trying, Only to be left with some more disbelief. They say time heals even deepest of the wounds, But time is all, we refrain to give. Faith, respect and love, are all but fragments of an illusion; Which we refuse to recognize, And without implementation, they mean nothing. Care for the one we love, is worth while they live; Who knows what lies ahead , for tomorrow, Leaving one with nothing, but repentance for life!

© Shilpa Sandesh In the stillness Of the summer noon, A shrill startles these ears. The pain pierces through, Like a sword; The eyes are blurred with tears, Can the cry of a heart, Be so loud, she wonders! Then from nowhere,comes suddenly A faint ray of hope, Crystal clear droplets of happiness, And she opens her arms, To embrace the joy of love. She feels alive and smiles. And then comes a blow, The blow of reality, That scatters everything; She gathers the broken pieces, And puts them together, Only to find, Memories full of cracks, What's lost can never be regained, And pain becomes her new joys.