Let Go...

When u ready to embrace the night before cherishing the dawn
You know u r ready to let go before its actually gone.
when u r ready to lose before winning it all.
when u r ready to die before any desire to live more,
When u ready to submit bofore anyone allure.
when u r ready to fail before u succeed.
When u ready to enjoy the pain before d pain starts to inflict.
when u r ready to starve before any want to taste more.
When u give, expecting nothing to take back home
When u ready to say adieu, before u say bonjour.
You know u r ready to let go before its actually gone.
When d spirits are free like a vagabond
harping on the strings of fate, riding on the waves unbound.
It is then you smile with calmness in your heart and peace on your mind.
It is then u win.
It is then u lived d most,
It is then u had it all...

When u ready to embrace the night before cherishing the dawn.
You know u r ready to let go before its actually gone.

in the depths....

hello friends,
this is my first post in my blog so i want to write something about the name of my blog that is " in the depths". depths of human psyche, depths of beauty, depths of philosophy and depths of practicality. all of us eat, sleep, study, smile. cry ,enjoy and accomplish our chores, but how many of us spare how much of time in going into the depths of small things to big things surrounding us. how many of us really plunge down from the superficiality and go beyond the frontiers of beauty and dive into that depth that practically doesn't affect us much but give our life a new meaning, our mind a new outlook and our soul a divine satisfaction.
here i have a poem for you. please give your feedback. enjoy reading.

WOUNDED SOUL

Jilted into the flames and flogged again,

Awaking from the nightmare,

detoured to bloody dream in pain.

With the eyes dried of tear,

Now tired of chasing shadows,

With the lurking hell behind,

I am dreaming of meadows.

Not even millionth sorry and

a face red with fear.

All cadging and groaning,

moved his heart.

Tired of all plea and wheedle

With the purgerer on my back,

I am dreaming of acquittal.

When fresh and radiant,

 with flesh and blood.

My ears were deaf, lips gagged.

Eyes were shut and hands cuffed,

to what my soul importuned.

For all my life, I listened to

What my debauched mind said,

followed where golden greed led.

and did, what turpitude, asked me to do.

I breathed in the air, redolent with depravity.

and breathed out hatred, lust and fury.

Now tired of wailing in destitute,

with eternal contrite in my fate.

I am dreaming of rectitude.

Now it seems everything is lost.

A cause to exist, a reason to fall.

A pillar for support, a reason to mourn.

And what I am left with now,

A rueful heart and a wounded soul.

The dejected, shrieking soul.

I, the wounded soul.