Departure- A thought

Wherever I go, my heart goes along
And lingers on the soft remnants of love
Long after I leave the place.
My memories cling to the strong grip of fond happenings
And blissful moments
That I spent with my near and dear.
Time makes the unknown dearer,
Transporting me to a land of dreams,
Which seems real and permanent;
Such that when the time to depart arrives,
My heart aches; my mind goes numb.
The fear of returning to the known land-
To the real world of routine
And face the normal pains of life
Scares me of the departure.
I realize how a dying soul fears,
To leave this mortal dreamy world
And go to the unknown immortal land,
Though it seems blissful and free of pains!

Angels - My Friends

I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends,
I am surrounded by angels,
But I call them friends.

The Unclaimed Road- A Poem

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.