A bit little selfish!

Just a notion of thought,
well, reading this might make you think, that it’s false, that it doesn’t happen this way, but still have a go and think about it for one more moment.

 We meet a whole lot of people as we walk our way through life. Out of which we specifically love a few.
When anyone one of them dies or find their way away from here to  an afterlife, we grieve.We cry in their memory.
It’s nothing bad about crying and expressing your sadness, but have you ever wondered that, all you do is a bit kind of selfish.
Everyone cries at the demise of their dear ones, but what act actually we cry for is somewhere pointedly centred towards us.
We cry because, we can no longer be in the company of that person or we couldn’t spend more of the time left out there.
All the 'reasons', 'becauses', and everything else includes, we not being able to have our wishes or live what we thought of, with them. All of the reasoning is true but the only thing to point out here is ‘WE’. It’s just about us not having to spend time with them, us not able to have a good time with as used to, us and us. It’s good that we all consider them as a part of our life’s equation, but nevertheless we don’t cry over that part being gone, rather we fret over how are we going to balance our equation of life.

Nobody cries or grieves thinking for, it would have been great for that person, if that person would have been here,
how good it would have been for that person to be here, to be happy.
These are never the reasons one cries over. If are, they’re seldom.
There are very few of them who can reason their tears to others.
All of this just gets to one point,
we all are selfish, though we may have thought of it unknowingly but yes all the reasons do point out what bit of  selfish we are.
Not a bit of mean selfishness, but what I would say of it is , 'it’s just another white lie’.

Nacht!

The light from far kissed my face,

as I laid, like dead soul lays.

Right beneath, the grass green grew,

above was the sky that seemed dark blue.

The moon was high, on many little scars,

though it was curtained with a burst of clouds,

it shadowed all the shining stars.

As the wind blew right up by my ear,

my pen had a lot to write and my paper,

a lot to hear.

The night was long enough,

just long enough to house it all;

a thousand thoughts that ran through my mind, another thousand that just flashed up my eyes, a daisy fighting for it's stand, or may it be the drop it housed that was about to fall!

The silence was too loud to handle,

it ate my head like a burning candle.

My mind strayed away, scaling down the sky,

sooner or later it wished a star to fall by,

even  then it fetched for peace to light up the sky.

It ran down to the end of an alley,

an alley where the stars waited for their end to fall,

an end which lead to nothing but a new start's call.

A start which would consume all that existed, just to repeat the cycle that persisted.

Though the sky was seeming shy enough,

it's void spaces had a lot to speak about.

Somewhere at the back of my mind the heart whispered,

'someday as a star it'll be you who will fill it out, it'll be you who will speak it out’.

Someday, someday until when I stop laying around, doing nothing but counting stars.