There Is Nothing Hidden From Him.

There is nothing hidden from him,

No pain,

Can be held behind the curtains,

No truth can be hidden.

He cries in our truth,

In love,

In pain.

He smiles at our foolishness.

But loves.

There is truly nothing hidden,

Any anguish which you may feel,

Reaches him much before,

You can imagine.

There is nothing hidden from him.

Do believe it.



The Unbearable Pain ( Poetry).

The unbearable pain,

Seems to lessen.

But, I don’t know why?

It takes so much time to heal,

As if, it is a reminder of the pain itself.

But wonder of wonders,

The drizzle of the first rain,

Can wipe many a tear,

And with it love blossoms.

The unbearable pain,

Dismisses itself for a longer time.

It is happiness which rains,

That’s what the beauty of it is.