Lives have been lived by millions of people that have been forgotten or worse never known. People that walked our world, looked at the same sun, the same moon that we see today. Lived lives, had families, lost loved ones, held jobs. Their existence forever lost to the sands of time. Blown away in the dust of the winds as if they were never here. Thousands of years ago all over the world little boys and little girls ran and played laughing, their sounds forever lost to the hills and vales of their existence. From the Yucatan in Mexico to the Fertile Crescent of Mesopotamia, ancient peoples were born, lived and died. We, oblivious of them personally. Yet, we are still connected to them by our hopes our fears, by our love and our humanity. Think of them, about them from time to time, and in a way, bring them back to the land of the living, at least for for a while.
Days passed, Months passed, Years of waiting- For someone might Turn up a day. Like a pomegranate In the mountains high I had been waiting, Smiling with mouths open And my pearls- dropped one by one, One after another, Till
Like a rumbling thunder let loose upon a recalcitrant world by the fury of nature, the sound of heavy gun shots could be heard ominously in the distance from this remote settlement where the inhabitants lurks away in the gloomy
Tattered clothes that were barely there Her tortured soul was threadbare too. She mirrored our impotent helplessness In the face of destiny’s dire performance As we watched her bizarre life played out. Every time I saw her writhe and squirm,
Winged companions tweet, The most beautiful melody, Of the song in my soul, In the twilight magical hour. Unnoticed and always present, Like a gentle heartbeat, A fragile throb of life, That is beyond my realm. With tiny flapping wings,
my forgotten love! I am perpetually in love with this pain, for, it is a fond remembrance of our long forgotten past… enshrined in my love, those memories blossomed to many a beautiful spring! though, now, it might seem, to