A Temporary Gift..


It rained against the panes of my window,
Little eager drops hitting on the glass,
Smiling, laughing these drops of tears go,
And in time their fleeting lives would pass.

The momentary illusion that is existence,
Filling up every sense of ours, purging,
Blurring the lines between real and pretense,
Brimming with ourselves the ego is surging.

I held my hand outside, to hold a few,
Drops whose existence I'd interfere with,
And deep inside somewhere my ego knew,
That all this life was just a temporary gift.


DROPS of FIRST LIFE
Photo courtesy: Neel Srivastava 





Comments

  1. HarleenSeptember 20, 2012 at 9:32 PM

    Simply loved it...:) :)

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  2. Abhas SrivastavaOctober 7, 2012 at 12:36 PM

    Hey Harleen thanks a lot but do you believe in the fact of life being temporary or do you think its something more eternal!!!

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  3. HarleenOctober 18, 2012 at 11:33 PM

    I believe some things are FOREVER. They may not be people but the love u felt when u were with them...It may not be the promise of being there forever...But the happiness that promise brings. It may be true or a sweet lie...but i guess life is a journey through these bitter sweet lies...we live everday...Or maybe its the truth...Maybe..its a forever. I live with the hope of finding ..my forever.

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  4. Abhas SrivastavaOctober 22, 2012 at 9:40 AM

    Quite a writer you are Harleen :)I cannot comment if all this is a truth or a sweet lie....and as much as I believe in love and life...I also do believe that one can only achieve foreverness through self...but the question that I am asking is do we really need it...and why ?

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  5. HarleenNovember 2, 2012 at 9:11 PM

    As far as I am concerned I Believe in love because I ahve felt it...I believe in Life because I have been through the joys and sorrows it brings everyday...And I believe in a forever because I have seen it...My parents are the best example....AND why do we need it? I guess its human nature...To love and be Loved...:)

    Just curious...What makes you not belive in it?

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  6. Abhas SrivastavaNovember 4, 2012 at 1:46 AM

    We do attribute a lot of things to human nature don't we :) well harleen i'm sure your parents are awesome and lucky enough to have each other and you are lucky enough to have them, but do you believe that everybody is as lucky and if not, then should their lives hold less value ? I believe in love and life like any die hard romantic fool would, but i still do not believe them to be end all...i believe in life beyond heartbreaks, pain and most of all i believe in life beyond imperfections.

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