Out Of the World

The tiny laughter,
the wailing cry,
The never-ending innocence of time unbound.
The warm sleep,
the winsome smile,
Make the heart lovingly pound.

Those soft hands,
those chubby feet,
The sweet face of an angel
Words fail to describe the purity,
Of this god-sent cradle

She looks into the space beyond,
The sun is blinding no more,
The pupils cease to react,
The colours of life are gone.

Yet when she lies in the broken crib,
Indifferent and carefree,
Deserted by kin, embraced by aliens,
“Possessed” by nobody

Why does the heart cry out?
When the mind couldn’t care less,Why do the eyes,
those sightless blue eyes,
Still make you feel “OUT OF THE WORLD”, Yes…

again..would like to say that there are some things for which one has no explanation..like this poem for example..u cannot really describe the state of mind u have been in giving no comments as an answer for questions like saying 'what made u write this..'..its just bout feeling it and penning it down..the boy has always been highly active when it comes to blogging but me due to those lack of knowledge n ideas still fumble..hope u adjust with me,boy..

-the girl.