Poetry

In Stress.

In stress,

Listen to good songs,

Dance to hip-hop beats,

Forget your worry,

And have good food,

Read a nice book,

And then go to sleep.

In stress,

Call out to Lord Jesus,

And do ask for his help

In a jiffy his help would come and you wouldn’t know it.

It sometimes seems it isn’t,

But it is.

In stress,

Kick out stress,

Try to forget you worries, tension,

And relax yourself,

Till the time your stress gets over.

A new morning always brings fresh perspectives.

Chuck out stress and be happy.

Adios!

Poetry

Did You Paint?

This morning did you paint?

The painting a tinge of red and yellow.

Did you paint?

The big dome blue and white?

Did you paint the murals?

With love and warmth,

As you have painted a small baby,

Lulling in his mother’s arms.

Did you paint?

The sky blue,

And the night white?

For that’s the reason,

It’s black,

For anything that is white is black,

Are you God?

For you have touched my heart with your love,

And the painting in it is truly beautiful without any lust or dust,

Only the dust of your love and magnitudes of it,

Are the beauty which plays the tune of the beauty in my heart.

Adios!

WRITING

Courage.

Courage is a quality which very few have. With determination anything can be achieved. But courage is another thing.

In any adverse situation, the ability to buck up and fight back is courage.

For example:- a child knows that his parents are not able to pay for his school fees. If they do so, they would have to cut down on food, they would have to buy second hand uniforms and books and the child has to struggle a lot.

But the child knowing all of these, doesn’t care a bit and wants to go to school. He goes to school,learns the subject and undergoes a good amount hardship, simply to tally up between his home and school.

That definitely is courage.

To speak up against evil is courage.

Adios!

Poetry

Love.

Love is not bound by destiny.

Neither is it bound by desires.

Love is more than being unconditional.

It is not cheeky,

It doesn’t go by lust.

Love is not free.

For anything free,

Brews up a question?

“Indeed! Why is it free?”

Love is more than God.

Love is that natural sleep,

Which washes away all of your pain,

Your inner sadness,

And takes into that world whose key,

Is with no one.

Not even with God.

That’s why he says-“love me.”

Love is inexplicable.

It is unspeakable.

It is. It is. And it is.

It is that mojo,

Which runs your ship,

Even when the ship is broken and the fuel is gone.

It can pull you away from the deepest of the dungeons,

Into the nest of warmth,love and care.

It brings you home.

Adios!