tranquil.....

The quills moved
The parchment filled.
Black colour adorned.
A message written.
Making its way,
Into the hands.
Slowly opened with care.
Lifting the folds gently.
The looking glass peers,
With a white glow of
Black coloured etches.
As it slowly moves,
Down the parchment,
A tiny hint of a glaze.
The watery kind.
Awaiting the hints,
Of a rocking deluge.
Lo! behold it begins,
Torrential drops of water,
Falling on the parchment.
The black etches fading to
Watery remnants of grey.
The parchment gliding down.
Accompanied by a thunderous rapture.
As if thunder struck in the soul.
The deluge stopped and the glaze vanished.
The looking glass hovering away,
The last bit of drops stuck.
With signs of more drops to come,
A sense of calm settled amidst.
The looking glass,
shutting its black pearls.
Heaving a sigh of breath,
Trying to have one peaceful stroke.
Of what it feels to be transcended.
Everything stood still.
Everything became tranquil.
Only the name on the parchment
Had vanished into,
The horizon of oblivion.
Never to return,
The soul aches forever.
Realizing being tranquil
Was the only way to let go.

Beauty Incarnated...

Palisading breeze hugging tenderly,
Swaying dewdrops stinging gently.
Rustling leaves falling quietly.
Rising Sun burning brightly.
Flying Birds gliding freely.
Bliss and Peace all around.
Resembling the start
Of a beautiful day.
This feeling of peace,
Never letting go.
Humming a beautiful
Music of security,
Making you Cocooned
Far away from the rigors,
Miles away from the torment.
Never did anyone feel so sheltered,
Never did anyone feels so loved.
Optimism brimming in every
Corner the eyes could see.
Who could imagine life
Could be such a beauty incarnated.
Like a fallen phoenix,
Rising from the ashes.
The remanants of a past forlorn
That was long forgotten.
Where every touch felt like stone,
Every look pierced like thorn,
Every word tasted like venom.
Wanting to be in a coma,
Not waking up ever.
Casted as the miserable loser.
Where the heart never
Felt like beating,
Where tears always failed
to drop like water.
The burning Anger,
shimmering with fire.
Wanting to be let out.
Only to be left with
the afterthough,
Why unleash a carnage,
On those Ignorant and Malicious.
Knowing well that nothing changes.
Just waiting for that moment,
When life could reincarnated
Sucking all the fire and Anger away.
Leaving behind a whole new you.
That could stun the daylights of some.
As they say the rest is history.
Let go of the past
and Embrace the new future.
Which is the beauty incarnated again.