I asked Him!!!

I asked Him,

What should I do?

So that,

I'm remembered; the ages through

He said,

Using skill of your hand,

Build castles out of sand.

All so beautiful, and so real,

The onlookers' heart, it will appeal.

So I carved and shaped the monument with heart.

Struck with awe,

they praised, said I was from a world apart.

But the tides came high

washed away my sand castle dry.

I asked Him,

What should I do?

So that,

I'm remembered; the ages through

He said,

Graffiti on the wall,

Amongst people you'd stand tall.

All so beautiful, and so real,

The onlookers' heart, it will appeal.

So I drew and painted the work with heart.

Struck with awe,

they praised, said I was from a world apart.

But, next day, another painter arrived,

And my art was left, of all the glory deprived.

I asked Him,

What should I do?

So that,

I'm remembered; the ages through

He said,

You see, things on Earth are all shortlived, except one.

To be known through the age, in the long run,

Love your fraternity,

And it'll remember you till eternity.

So I loved and cared for all the needy with heart

Struck with awe,

they praised, said I was from a world apart.

And I'll live forever in your heart.

I just intend to put smiles across faces that I meet...

Give them moments to love life...

Hope I'll be able to keep doing that successfully in days to come...

A Perfect Simile!!!

She was speaking as I listened intently:

"So basically it all boils down to the point, whether I should go ahead with it or wait for some more time? Because every time I think of neglecting it, the repercussions just pop up before my eyes like a jack-in-the-box.........."

Yes I was listening to what she was saying. Listening till the point my eyes fell on her lips.

Her lips were moving. She was perhaps saying something, but I could not hear it. If was able to hear it, the words left no impression on the walls of my mind.

All that was embossed was the lips.

My mind started racing.

Not in the future, no. Nor in the past.

I started cogitating to find the perfect simile for those pair.

I finally found it... Pomegranate!!!

Yes!!! Pomegranate grains they were indeed.

Bright red.

Shiny.

Watery.

Delicate... So delicate that the slightest of pressure would ooze out the nectar in it.

I had no intention of being sinned by hurting the celestial creation.

I looked at them in awe, forgetting the mundane binds.

Before I was brought down from my "animo alta" by her touch.

This one was remotely delicate. It was a push from the zenith to drop me to the nadir of reality, into present.

The lips were still moving.

I could hear the words again:

"So what do you think I should do? I hope you were listening to what I said!!!"

All I could say is, "Go ahead with it!!!"

For I knew, whatever the consequences, I was there to support her....



*animo alta: high spirit.