Wednesday, October 3, 2007
The Blind Seedling..
Dancing on him the fire burns fast...
leaving him alone wid jus one thought
Chanting, like a heartbeat it goes on..
"what have i done ..oh god..
what have i done "
this is a story of a seedling there was once
who wanted to grow tall, who wanted no fence
what he was,.. he cudnt just hide..
about his anger or his penance
taller he grew wid caress of the sun..
much he could reach.. soaking in rain
enjoying his bloom every mornin and season
he grew beyond patience,grew beyond pain
he swayed in da occasional breeze..
boasted his pride,that he was not fer seize
time passed by..an he was basking in expanse
little did he remember about his love.his romance..
which made him who he was,nurturing love an care
he was blinded to what was always there
loving him fer eternity,wid no reason no cause..
wid each simple love filled GRANULE that she was
he cudnt realise how firm she held him..
by his roots. with forgiveness an Love
he cudnt realise how far he grew away,
from her bosom so warm..
where she treasured every moment they shared
why cudnt he see the future
where even fallen fruits wud grow
in his shade so grey..but in her womb of love
every dead leaf.. a memory so bad they had
that he'd let go..
but She wud sink them in herelf an treasure.
why cudnt he see his life
always grew inside her,a new root..
that she wud source life..
into every dying branch in his vast..
Much to his expanse an pride,
she still held on to support an Giving..
Blinded,.. to stand on her he tried..
clouded by want,attention an living..
A day came wen he felt suns Heat..
Parched for rain, He looked Beat..
Still he cudnt realise, On her LOVE he stood..
when he felt the Sharp edge of an Axe
For someone else.. he was jus firewood.
Severed off from her he lay..
no height seemed tall.broken,he starts to pray
stripped off his pride.. cuts wudnt bleed,wont pain..
hope he sprouts a humble self..on her bosom again :(
not another day that he sees..
without realising.. she means.. wut he is..
Dancing on him the fire burns fast..
leaving him alone wid jus one thought
Chanting, like a heartbeat it goes on..
"what have i done ..oh god..
what have i done "
Friday, September 28, 2007
Who AM i ??
While i ponder upon the thoughts, that frame the boundaries of what i really am, i realise that my existance an thought are beyond explanation. What i am, turns out to be fresh, new and innovative just as a new day that dawns... so are my thoughts.. my beliefs an perception to life an how i see it .
what i have been throughout my years of life turns out blank ,dead, sometimes. jus like the black hole theory. where energy is sucked in.drained.lifeless.
what i have been throughout my years of life turns out i am one hella lucky guy..
may be.. explanations have nothing to do with it.
wut i've been through. wut i've seen..
this is my Blog.. from my eyes.. an MY soul..and the way I perceive life as Being ME.
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