Story of Father And Son

Wish I could be palpable.....

It seems like quadrillion years
but its been only 6 month....
I never thought during the labyrinth that we could be able to see the world
all over again.

I never thought I could able to see
my loved one's, see my son,
watch my family growing together.

It make me feel mad when he look up in the sky, and turned his face off saying God why you took him.

It breaks me down when I see
tears in an edge of his eyes
While he watch some father holding  fingers tips of their Sons.

It just seem like a days when I used to reminisce those memories that are still alive underneath me. Which I devised and created naturally when
I was in some form and in color
& i ,e -*Human*...

Those days when I used to feel and experience some moments....
It used to allocate some place within me. Naturally!!!!!!

I do remember during school days
we used to taught that storehouse of
cell is mitochondria and we couldn't able to say brain is a storehouse of memories;

As not every memories are meant
to be remembered/ stored;
Only few among thousands that
Touched something within us
used to get saved remaning just
blew away like a rainbow in the sky;

I never wondered to know;
I never thought what is grabbing it
and where all those memories are getting stored?

Why it can't get fade away?

But now I can say....

"We feel without thinking or
willing to feel"

It just happen naturally!

I'm getting my answers,
for which I used to crave ;
for which? I used to cry for
Which I used run like fool..

May be all those memories that used to get stored naturally inside me were accumulating for today!

To bridge world where life shine and place where life set just like the Sun, Keeping the flow of life on & on...

Its an never ending journey..

And memories are the only thing;
Which I could be able to bring
With me. I don't even force to bring it;
Somehow it is with me and I guess
that is what they used to called a
Soul, Energy, consciousness etc

Whatever it is:-

"I'm happy that I thought I was warrior, instead of survivor"

Sometimes wretched of life and peculiarities did try to snatch me
& my soul, but I kept on trying to
Shine, to be better, more vivid...

I tried everything to know, Where I was, what I should do and peculiarly
Now I come to comprehend..

All It matter is whether I let my soul to get murdered in a peculiarly designed game or not,

Where?

To forget self and to realize self
is defeat and Victory.

"Life is like a game to protect self
in thik and thin of life".

Now I feel like

Life is a journey to self.

Sometimes I wish I could be
Who I was, so my son could recognize me but sadly we all are binded to law.

And sometimes I wondered should
I break the law or love will do by itself.