Death notes
*_Maybe the demon have seized you,_*
_*but i am so sure you have been protected by the demon who you turned into a amateur now*_
You are so strong,
you have been through wrong.
you were bruised,
But you were so brave.
Yess, this year was terrible and everything went bad .
we all were hoping that some day, within a week month ,or maybe few. everything would be fine, and all the absymal following would fall in latent line .
due to your age and stuff, you were removed from your job.
it looks like you were just like me,
who values his work ,so keen to learn, you are my role model, i cannot disagree....
you came from Churu to Delhi ,
with some money.
you want to study, work and earn.
you did that so perfectly but it looks like a game of irony.
My heart is about to pour out,
and my tears are scrolling through my cheeks.
why have you left us?
Now it seems so dark and there is not just in The Darkest Hour of dust.
the deplorability and vacuum,
you have created in a lives.
would never filled by the never-ending times .
we all know man has to come, live and go.
but still why do we we pity and feel so low?
You must have been so lonesome and alone there,
you must be missing all of us.
don't you? how does heaven look Beneath The drained disappear,
better than our home or does it make you scare through the isolated snare; or you need some more cautious care.
you were capable of handling shit at every time ,
Even if the Universe collapse, everything would be fine.
you are entrenched through trial and tribulations ,
you were a strength , catastrophic creation.
bad happens, Terror creeps.
people wail,down the hill.
arms around you ,no one to hug.
yeah i want , but it ain't enough, for all and once.
You have been through the times when darkness thrive,
You have been keeping tryin' hold on our tears; sustaining our lives.
you have been the one I love,
yes I do, with every single part of my body beneath and above.
But once and for all a day would come where sacred souls would meet so chaotic like us,
Where we would apologise for the mistakes we did and the concern we lack for them.
I cannot survive, but yeah I am trying.
I cannot imbibe, now I am trying to lie.
I cannot go by, but yeah it's fine.
I cannot see you again but still you are just mine.
If the most pious would remain he would be here and we would be there.
Through the German to the Abstract,
from the time that turned out to collapse. through my cries with no Rehab.
and your sob ;within Your Heart Attack.
you left us ,making even more strong .
You even didn't talk for long.
you made me realise that people go ,when you grow,
you have to be strong enough to deal with that so.
you never care too much about yourself,
About your health and your wellbeing.
You were in love with everyone,
And we were too busy to appreciate it cause we were on our reckless Runs.
You remember; we used to go out for shopping together,
Can that not stay forever?
can we just bring you back from the heaven? but still its the strength we all lack.
you are strong,
you have been through wrong.
you have been cut,
but you were courage.
you were also able ,
to make us all stable,
the time can never clasp back.
But you have been there to help everyone even when the spade could not be well tracked,
Liquoring through the holes of wrecked.
let me just tell you once and for all,
if sky is black.
you were the one to paint it pink,
even when we all were about to sink.
the thunder wails out,
the sea just shouts.
you were aloud ,
But just beneath your mouth .
We were baffoons,
Not to hear you.
You were meant to stay, longer anyway.
now they say,
no one can bring you back .
from the death bed,
with hundred stabs and we are left with infinite lack.
can you just not tell us? that you would leave us like this.
we aren't strong ,
to handle such wrong.
Cause they say bygones, are the bygones.
You are so hard working, like,
you worked all day and night for all of us through your lives.
78 years have passed, and we are still not ready to wear the loss .
you must be so alone, so lonesome ,in this world of chaos.
but still you try to rose, like the pictorial pros, such a massive loss.
you were such an amazing man,
you were doing everything that you can.
you were purity in swivet, that made us patient even in the panic.
You were a flower in the fiasco,
that made us feel good even in our failures.
there is so gloom, so despair .
it seems you left us too hard to repair .
You are so strong,
you made all of us run through the hurdles for so long.
You made all of us wait, you made us tryst in the testimonies gate.
the battle might be undone,
but I will fight the rest. life is an inclemency, Beneath The Thunderous protest.
You are strong,
you have been through so much wrong .
You were in so pain,
but still so panoramicly perfect.
the past days were good,
happy and joyful .
this time proliferates demonly ,
so cynical.
but still you taught us to withhold,
Through our souls.
may be god,
planned something better for you.
Better then we could ever think to do so.
but the message is inevitable,
strong is strong .
through all wrong ,
through everything for so long .
optimism Never Dies,
And you even never did. you were one of the bestest flowers of God, taken by him early to protect, you from the wordly sins.
the breathing stopped on 14/ 11 ,
there are 7 gates for heaven.
the heart stopped beatin' around 12 o'clock ,
you had been taken through us but still the memories are locked.
If i can post letters and poems in the heaven ,
I would just choose to be The Postman for once and for all.
you gave us everything, you could do ,
you work like a man of values .
all your life ; being so true.
We wrongly interpreted that nostalgia and void would not be created
But still when the clock moves anti,
Man is a puppet in the hands of nature .
Just like a vintage vanity.
You are so strong ,
you have been through so much wrong.
you have been through so much hardship,
That even when your heart couldn't handle you are so hard even when you departed.
He coloured his picture from fantastic doom from his fainted rise,
The graveyard of horror and the cremation of wise.
The forefathers go, like the bygone of bobsy,
You were a serendipity behind the solemn and sangfroid seclusion of clovers of rejoice.
_Leeza sharma_
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