A bond we shared,
of love, of care.
She was my ‘to be blamed‘,
She was my ‘to be dedicated‘.
Fight with laughter; annoy with joy.
A thread so certain; yet uncertain.
For years, it’s been.
I still cry.
In memory of her, my tears just don’t dry.
This vaccum in mind, in heart in soul…
what remains?
…but days to mourn.
This universal truth haunts, For those who leaves, never returns.
Both sides of my house
There is both silence and noise
Fighting with sword proving their best.
I am listening, this mockery of night.
At one side of my house:
There is mourning, Of sadness, of grief, of losing family, of death.
Another side of my house:
Beating drums, Celebrating God’s blessings,
Of happiness, of joy, of making family, of life.
Both side of my house,
Describing the bitter truth of nature.
Both sides of my house,
Celebrating the extremes of creature.
Differing emotions with different energies.
Both sides of my house,
bringing the hidden notion of almighty into reality.
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