Spirituality

The presence is always felt...

People never really do leave us,
Even after they die.
For death is only physical,
It doesn't mean goodbye.

They still walk beside us,
They're the leaves that touch the skin.
The birds that chirp in the balcony,
They're souls that live within.

Don't wait for them near their graves,
Because they don't live there.
They are the gusty blowing wind,
That messes up your hair.

They're the pristine snow,
Whose light gleams around .
They maybe physically absconding,
But spiritually found.

You see, people don't really die,
For the memories will always stay.
The spirits can be wide felt,
Seldom do our loved ones go away.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Spirituality
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Sonakshi Arora,
Hello,
I am new to your writing but here goes.
The context of above writing makes sense.
We are the whole of what our lives have planted
within us and how we are conditioned.
The thing that is so intriguing though is how we recal
l and hold the reality of those that being gone are surly not forgotten.
I like the way you integrate the winsome beauty of bird song, a brusque wind and the like.
"They're the pristine snow
whose light gleams around.
they maybe physically absconding,
But spiritually found."
Beautifully expressed work
Blessings,
Kathy

[BlackPrince]

I certainly agree with you. Death is not the end. We are all spirits temporarily going through our earthly mission till our time comes and we go back to our loving Maker.