Pink Lemonade

The more I try to run away, The more I feel clutched, The arms of dark sorrow stretching, Asking me to surrender for intimacy, I cringed, trying to break this intricacy. The shadow is following every day and night, Cringing pain is never disappear from the sight, Wounded heart still sore from injuries, No escape from untold mysteries Wish to bleed out all the pain through my nerves, No hopes dwelling, only darkness all around, In the world of sorrow, I feel so inhibited, Traveling through the every path of life, Waiting for the moment, to be emancipated. ........................................................................Vaishali Saral

This morning when alarm rang, my mind was telling me, c'mon this is the alarm you suppose to wake,I thought “What the hell” why I have to wake up every morning, I wish I could sleep 5 mins more and snoozed the alarm, after 5 mins it rang again , and same feeling was there . Life is running too fast because time is running faster than life, and to keep the pace we are also running. So many times we wish , hope we could get something more , even if we get more than anyone we always wish to get more .I wish I could get more money , I wish I could get a better car, better home , everything should be perfect , huh , to make everything perfect we loose everything while we don’t even realize that we lost something to get something , Newton ‘s Law “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, whatever we get from this universe we have to return it in some form , what you give that you get , to achieve something you have to give something . But when you are not getting anyth...

The aching sore wound of yesterday It makes me cry just every single day The mellifluous glance of sweet memories The broken walls of histories The cringing of moon in long nights Soothing breezes of twilights The music in chirping of sparrow Somebody musing at the window Vision of beautiful, heavenly river Thought of rain just makes me shiver Confined into the world’s mob, In the dense dungeon   something creeping From the buried cadaver of memories, I see, I feel   in my   heart , love is bleeding . ................................................................vaishali saral