Life's Journey Poems Novels & Stories

'Life is similar to a bus ride. The journey begins when we board the bus. We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends. There are stops at intervals and people board in. At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent. But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of th

The day didn't pass... The hours..didn't fly.. The minutes..didn't pause... The heart didn't beat till the time I didn't miss you, You were my soul.. My heart... My forever.. But now my body is just a mere ashes.. Living without you in the bare land.. With no signal of love, Wandering all around the dessert looking for the water.. Water of love And more especially you. ____________________________________________________

Because they do love me! I've been thinking a lot about life journeys lately. Looking back at mine and seeing how far I've come, remembering how difficult things were at times and how persistent I remained throughout. I've also been thinking about how each of us is on our own journey, weathering challenges and heartbreaks and celebrating accomplishments, each of us making our way, step by step, to follow our hearts. Everyone's journey is unique. Where we're headed. Our goals. Our detours. Life is this beautiful, magical, scary thing. Unpredictable, uncontrollable, but there are always recurring truths. Our own truths. Leading us onward.

I went first, blocking out everything as the words came to me; my poem was about my life and all the pain I'm going through. "I am fear and pain, I wonder if those are all I feel, I hear the voices in my head yelling, I see how those feelings eat us up inside, I want it all to end but that's just wishful thinking, I am fear and pain, I pretend that those feelings don't exist in me, I feel happiness once in a while, but the feelings ends before it even begins, I stare at a blank canvas, because that's what my life is empty, I worry that I will never get out of this hole I'm in, I cry everyday wishing it will all end. I am fear and pain. I recognize that life isn't fair. I believe it will impr

Then she reads part from a letter that I never managed to finish writing, “My beloved, They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

I had thought about the possibility of settling down one day, having a family, someone to pass this place on to when my time was done. Now though...my time wasn’t going to be done. I’d be like Ezra, having to live out multiple lifetimes all over the world. I could only hope that if that was the course of my life from now on, I wouldn’t truly be alone and just maybe, Ezra would be a part of my life. A girl could dream, right? “Are you alright Haven?” I jumped in surprise, my coffee sloshing out of the side of my mug slightly, and turned to look up at Ezra with a jerky nod.

Living is a daily challenge. Life gives us no respite, no matter what moment we are going through, the world will not stop to wait for us to catch our breath. The train keeps moving and we cannot be left behind, even though in many moments we just want to contemplate the landscape and let the train go through the mountains.

Sometimes when you see the sun rising you brace yourself hoping for a new start. A new lease on life. The way the sun kisses the sky makes you believe that a new opportunity awaits you. However, its life, full of mysteries. The road that you tread on may be the right one, but the reality is you'll never know which step you take will bring about what you have looking for. Keep on walking. Life always has unexpected turns which are always waiting for you. As every morning comes after the night, I wish that all the grief of my life could be lost in the same morning. May some lights come into my life and brighten every corner of it. I am waiting for the star that brightens my lonely sky with the

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.