Life, a gift

Is anything worth it any more

When did the burden became so heavy

That keeping afloat became a struggle

Are we born with the egoes we cherish

And pay the price of nurturing it

In silence we suffer the lonliness

Desperate cries for help buried deep, unheard

Downward spiral of depression lurks in the shadows

Damaged, we lurch from day to day

A gripping fear pervades

And we still clutch to our ego

Ego, that’s the greatest obstacle

To build and sustain a lasting,

Loving, trusting, beautiful relationship

Why hold on to something

Neither we brought with us

Nor are we going to take along

Banish the fear, exile the shame

Open your heart

And allow the light to shine

Life is a gift not to be squandered

Life, a gift, is worth the fight

The matter of money

For those with less of it

In the matter of money

There is a wide chasm

Between the head and the heart

Difficult to bridge

By logic

Heart wins at a cost

Of pockets lightened

As the pocket gets lighter

Heart gets heavier

And head weeps lonely

Everything is not fair

In the matter of money

Leave no baggage behind

For everyone the bell will toll

And we will close the book

And shut our eyes one last time

The time to disembark

Has finally come

Fortunate ones may have time

To say final goodbye

For others

Start of a lonely journey

To a place unknown

No baggage to carry, none

Hopefully none left behind

For those to follow

On the same lonely path

When the bell tolls for them

Flame of hate: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #276 Smoke&Water

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

Smoke of hate rises

Water won’t clean fanatics

Stench of burning flesh

 

Pour holy water

Everything will be OK

Religious smoke screen

 

Haiku Challenge Image

You Are Old

You are old when your call is answered
And you are trying to remember who you called
You are old when your call is answered
And you ask why are you being called
You are old when your call is met with silence
And you hold the phone to your ear wondering why
You are old when your phone lies dead by your side
And you don’t remember a single number to call
So when you are still young, pick up the phone and call
Some one young at heart may respond and you have a ball
Before the fingers become stiff, ears go deaf
Eyes go blurry, memories fade and voice gets weak
Wake up, reach out, make a call and hug your near and dear ones