Phoenix - Rising from the dead!!

Are u a single individual? “what kind of a rubbish question is this?”…now is this the thought or reply coming to your mind for this question of mine. If it so, then believe me, you aren’t in a state to read this article…but in other case if it evolves some waving, swirling thoughts in your mind, then listen to this to this story that I want to narrate on behalf of an ordinary girl about the most significant period of her life. Now, coming back to my question, “Are you a single individual?” Ummm…this girl got confronted with this question when she was of about our age only, a young girl just entered into the college phase of her life. She comes as a straight and simple girl like a straight line plotted on x-axis or rather coinciding to it. ‘Happy in her own small globe of thoughts’. This is what I can call her initial stage to be but as a little time passed it was sure that people started entering into her life as friends, as ideals, and the most important of those whom she admires

-a prologue to death. We live our life with tensions, fear and our past to link with our future…in all these matters where is our present lost?...something or anything that we can’t do to decide our yesterday or tomorrow, our present pays the price for even their thoughts! Today when I substantially gave a thought to my life… I found no such substance in it. Is this the life that poets rhyme about, or is it the philosophers feel about, or the lovers breeze about and what if its just about to…. When today I imagined of my death confronting me as if the most soon to be occurring event of my life,… to meet its ultimate beloved death. The only reality of anybody’s life or the material-immaterial truths that cast shadow of life all along its way but still remain in ignorance…they call it as ‘life’s end ’. I don’t know people are afraid of their death because they bind it in their narrow, passionless stainy words of end and that’s all! I just feel to pull them out of their ridiculous opinion

Don't let me open my eyes If you mean you are gone, Don’t t ouch my heart If you mean not to own, Don’t reach too close If you mean not to stay. You may be a player but this is a winner-less  play. Don't let me feel any sounds if it's not the rhythm of your heart, or music of our romance. Don’t let me sense the air If it’s not your fragrance. Let me just make you mine with your hand held tight, Each single hair fringe over my eyes, waiting for your fingers to slide. Let me lose myself and find you, wearing an aura of yours around me. My smiles on your lips , your pains in my sweetness, your tiredness fading in this relation’s freshness. But if ever, you mean you are gone, Don’t look back I might still be there to wish for you, But my visions lost. Don’t ever cry My words will be there to console you, But my sounds lost Don’t ever say your heart is broken I might still be there in your heart, But my beats lost. Don’t say you’re missing me ‘ever’, I’ll be there with y