Not too far...

"Where is she?"
"Not too far"
"When will she come?"
"she is not gone anywhere, she is with you"
"Why didnt she tell me before leaving?"
"she didnt leave u, she is with u.."
"then why she is not hugging me, why ant I see her..?"
"she is listening to you., she is seeing whatever you are doing.."
"is it really so??"
"yes, SHE is not gone far."
"Then Maa..!! plz come to me,
hug me to make me feel ur warmth,
take me in your lap, to make me sleep,
kiss me to wipe off my tears.
papa says U r have not gone too far.,
but he hides his tears while saying so,
come back to make him lie better,
come back, dont go too far..!!"
~~ A brief consolidation of a 4 years old child and his father conversating while the child's mother was being graved...
the world is still a place where love lies in all sall happiness that is cleanly snatched by god soeties, before we even know about it...
The child lost his mother, when she was crushed by a speeding car while crossing road in front of his school, when she went to pick him up.....!!!

The isolated mob..!!

heaven showed a gloomy mood as I asked a permission to get in.
No grudges, had a glitch of isolated mob with fonts similar.
with the fear & gloom of getting in or out of the gate,
we hold hands to shred the scene of being unfamiliar.
had they made us stand for some more wait,
the most familiar of unknown faces had wackyness of blue..
the social animal had socialism carried in eternity,
just the pose of expression changed.
now the fear had glimpses of getting parted,
the entry gate had question mark of no real face..
only the mob at the gate of heaven made it understand
the searching heaven in hell with social glare...!!!

not just lonely..!!

like the flies of rain,
pain of birth carried till demise.
'twas not the chandelier of happy nines,
but giggles often broke the gloomy ice..!!
had the fame of love started flaunting its shades,
the dusk of Brida had been a dawn..
with tattered chair in the lawn,
my lamp of love fumed just on wicks...!!