Too beautiful to be forgotten

sunrise-with-flying-birdsMornings are always filled with beauty
Sun is calling me to be ready
For the beautiful things that’s coming my way today.

Flowers everywhere
They’re like children greeting me with joy
“How are you Mister? Why are you in such joy?”

I gave them warm smile
A symbol that explains all
All reasons why I have this kind of joy!

I counted the butterflies
one, two, three
Three beautiful butterflies
They’re flying and flying
Chasing each other in the music of the wind

While walking in the field, the mountains are shouting to me loudly
“Oh Mister! We’re glad that you are here!”
Mountains are like big friends
They give me big joys and delightfulness whenever I am the midst of uneasiness

I wanted to run and run.
Run fast in the wide green field
And feel the freshness that the world has showered me

I see mystery in every stone I see
Why oh why they look so gloomy?
While others look so happy
Then I realized, they’re not gloomy but rather silent and emotionless
Cos they’re strong and they stand for dignity

The wind is whistling while the trees are dancing
Together they make a beautiful harmony
Harmony that sounds like a lullaby song to me

Then I closed my eyes, sharpened my hearing
Because I wanted to hear and feel the nature’s beautiful melody,
The melody of everything good that is so magical to me

The joy I feel now can’t be fathomed by anything
Because the whole universe is conspiring
To make everything perfectly magical

The sky is so blue but it didn’t make me blue
The birds are chirping and they’re calling me to sing with them too

When time comes when everything to me will be gone,
How will I see your beauty flourish from sunrise to sunset?
You’re too beautiful to be forgotten and too perfect to be neglected.

I wanted to keep you,
Keep you deeply within my heart
So every time fate threatens me
I will still have memories of you kept within me.

My Love For Words & Poetry

Writing TherapyReality is guaranteed, so am I a thief for writing down what my conscious is telling me?
This is how its meant to be, call it rewritten destiny. Poetry from the heart like a mental therapy

Hate is the father of jealousy and I want to spread love through words like it’s an inner chemistry.
I picture what I write, and I write my own image when I feel it.

A lot of people cherish the sun as soon as the rain drops.
I cherish what I got till the blood in my veins stops.

From a boy full of pleasure to a man with a mission.
Using words as ammunition to explore the talent that I was given.

Life is full of receiving and losing.
My decisions are meant to be because you were led to me.

Waking up doesn’t feel the same with you in my mind.
It was like I never slept, you see?

I Stand by this loss and remain stand-by.
I’m repeating myself again and saying I have time.

But what is time really?

The seconds are passing by and you’re feeling right dearly.  You’re the lost soul I like clearly, I want to catch your tears when you cry.
But I guess your past affected the desire for me.

- Sukhjit Rashad