Story of Green Embers in Red Orbs!

I bow down! Issues, problems, guilts, weaknesses, despair, rage, desperation & what not but still a lot grit, liveliness, chirpiness, vigour & verve. What is it that's less in you?

I haven't written for anyone since long but you'll be my inspiration today (as well ;-) ).

Story of Green Embers in Red Orbs!

Vigour, Vitality, love and hope,

Where did all the problems elope?

A smile, that shimmer & that gloss,

With a dark room in your heart completely closed.

That strength, that grit, that sanguinity,

which is inherent your aura.

Wish I had just a part of it,

Wish I could just mock some up.

Seems like I never knew you,

Or may be I just saw a frontage,

I literally feel how small,

are the problems that I've ever faced.

Voice shaking,

Trying hard to hold to the pitch.

glowing amid that little damp patch of tears,

were the green embers in those red orbs.

Oh I sensed everything dear,

I didn't miss a bit.

I guess its true that hard iron has to be red,

before it opens up for another shape.

I knew nothing about you,

And still I had so much of respect.

God, now you can only measure,

how high the fathomless zenith is.

Though am not allowed to utter a word,

but yeah damn afraid,

Not that am getting emotional,

but I do fear a loss that great.

Just Back & Thinking!

It's been a long year for me. Really long indeed! And now that I am at ground zero, the point where I started, I want to close those open ends. I know at the next turn is the same old whirlpool and lots of rapids but I don't want to get caught in them again. I wish to sail free out of it. It's tough to stay away, to keep that distance while still being so close. It's like trying to be normal while your neck is under a hanging sword, like standing in front of a cop with a stash of heroine in your luggage . I wish to shed that luggage (mind you, not just that stash!) and have faith on myself that I'll be able to do it!

All the best dude! :)