This is a post in continuation to a story written on    A Heartbreak Called Blogging blog… An sincere effort to give the characters a thought about their doings…





” Did I hurt you so much”?

was that

from the bottom of your heart ,

or a question to be formally asked?

“Life is not a bed of roses,

love is neither only happiness in doses”,

I remember what you said,

but you forgot,

there’s something above life and love,

concern for the loved one…

Is anybody more considerate or caring,

as you had been in my life,

will I be in safe hands,

or remain in peace ,

If you quit….

Impulsive sacrifices,

are rather harmful…

than the vices,

for the one who trusted you ,

who entrusted her soul to you,

gets ditched and shattered…

for being so,

forever suffering a hard blow…

ages together will not fade ,

the pain that she felt

in going thru this lane,

If ever her destiny is strong,

and is able to pull her along,

she will then sustain the fight,

against the odd and for the right….

and if this doesn’t happen,

the guilt of deserting a friend will happen,

shadowing your life with more darkness,

give you more pain than the amputated roughness


Through the tunnels of time and space,

when the mind travels without any haze,

searching someone on the unprecedented trail,

In a world of an astral plane…

The journey is terrifying,excruciating,

nauseating like a roller coaster ride,

blackening out the vision  and thoughts,

erasing the memories of a wondrous soul..

suddenly there’s light around,

illuminating the space so profound,


beings moving,

nothing so serene

and so astonishing…

lakes,rivers,nature blessed,

this world seemed to be the best,

no sinful thought, nor any guilt,

the place is like a heaven built…

Before I could search for the being,

an inner voice thrusted on,

This is an ideal place for the soul,

who deserves this heaven  than the earth…

Do not force or pull along,

to bring it back to the deathly ground,

where every moment a soul dies,

before getting on the funeral pyre..

where humility and peace are just few words,

the living race is beyond such terms,

survival and livelihood ,

are strugglers in the living world…