The tree

The tree shook itself
To let all those fruits  fall
That were hanging loosely on it
With only the firm ones remaining
The tree felt in peace
And less burdened
To focus steadily
On the purpose of existence!

You

Toiling tirelessly,

Working all the wakeful moments,

Unmindful to the luxuries of life, 

Your unrested feet

My dear ones,

Have taken you close to God

Without even your own knowing!

Waking up

Waking up from the long, deep slumber,

Closing her heart's Chambers

She gazed steadily at the light

Shining between her eyes

Walking firmly, without faltering

She stepped into eternity.

Wanderer

Without an address

A name, or any fame

Without any desires

And no possessions, 

She walks

Along the lanes of the world

Pausing, falling, laughing

Feeling the pain and joy of life

Alone

The vast open space beckons him
High up in the mountains
Where all you have to smile to
Are the stars, the rocks, the wind
And amidst them the silent souls
Who though unknown to you, knows you
Loves you, guides you
And makes you shine like a star
You leave behind everything
Even the precious ties
Not knowing what lays ahead
With empty hands and a barren heart
Walking ahead holding the string of life!