Why look for the clouds?
When you can chase the sun,
Why be so proud?
When you can have the fun,
Why be mad?
When you can forgive,
Why be sad?
When you can live,
Why to cry?
When you can smile bright
Why to be shy?
When you can write,
Tag Archives: Questions
Faith
In unquestioned realms
of faith and worship,
where the answers
and prayers reach,
the almighty,
there lines a fine line
between idolizing and
worshiping,
when you leave the pity,
hungry and downtrodden
creations,
to rot,
to feed an immovable deity that has no
power but eyes to see all
and do nothing.
Peace
Peace isn’t a word, it’s a expression,
of having a inner calm even under suppression,
of having a smile even when you sleep,
of losing fear inside one’s deep,
of living in the present and forgetting the past,
of being happy till your untimely last,
of praying for others all around ,
of letting go of prejudice and be sound,
of seeing the beauty you never saw,
of forgetting all natures of law,
of letting go of what you cannot control,
of not reading the memory scroll,
of those who want peace let it flow,
of places and times no matter how shallow.
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Everything is Predestined..Is it?
My Friend asked a simple question last night to me,
Is everything predestined in a path we can’t see,
the path that takes through ups and downs,
the path we call life with a bit frown,
If everything is predestined,then what is the suprise,
why does the almighty then play this hide and seek so nice,
why can’t he simply do a peek-a-boo
and tells us you can’t take decisions cause i am here too,
We act in situations, we crawl through this life,
we seem to ponder and estimate our might,
but that all would seem so useless,
if everything is so predestined and almighty so ruthless,
if you ask me i would strongly disagree,
nothing is predestined according to me,
let him play games i would play with him too,
Lets see what destiny holds for us, checkmate or redo
The Sea and the Sky
The sea is mighty and full of life,
it holds water and beauty without divide,
think what if the water were tears?,
which sky has shed throughout the years?
The sea has storms that create a rage,
it destroys whatever it finds without leaving a trace,
what if the storm is sky looking back in the past?
and unable to control the tears it should never had?
The sea is calm and cool at times,
like a drink of vodka mixed with lime,
what if the sea and sky meet like this somewhere?
holding each other and stopping the tears?
Writings to Heaven 