So you write a Poem .
So you write a Poem .
There was this thought which I often thought ,
had there been a me shaped hole in this celestial ball..
would it affect the picture overall ?
So i thought about this thought ,
that often great men say ..and you often might sought .
"That all things fullfill their purpose before they fall".
You trudge the lone path to find your call
But all the things so often end in vain ...
and oh dear ! how real and continual is the pain !
Then i thought , to see it in a different way
Me a product of Gods Factory!,..just made like that to do nothing.
Me ..just here to spend my time before heavens angels come calling.
The pain just subsided .. probably there won't be no me shaped hole after all .
There was this thought which I often thought ,
had there been a me shaped hole in this celestial ball..
would it affect the picture overall ?
So i thought about this thought ,
that often great men say ..and you often might sought .
"That all things fullfill their purpose before they fall".
You trudge the lone path to find your call
But all the things so often end in vain ...
and oh dear ! how real and continual is the pain !
Then i thought , to see it in a different way
Me a product of Gods Factory!,..just made like that to do nothing.
Me ..just here to spend my time before heavens angels come calling.
The pain just subsided .. probably there won't be no me shaped hole after all .
posted by Matt at 9:24 AM
2 Comments:
Nishanth>>There is no greater purpose to existence than existence itself. Empty is something... it ain’t nothing. What separates the seasons then? What separates emotions? Grey is a shade that explains “Black” from “White”... without which... there aint nothing to choose between the two of them. Some times, so often, man’s perception of an eventless life becomes a premise to everything we wanna define about life. Fish in a pond is as important as the water it has...
Nishanth>>There is no greater purpose to existence than existence itself. Empty is something... it ain’t nothing. What separates the seasons then? What separates emotions? Grey is a shade that explains “Black” from “White”... without which... there aint nothing to choose between the two of them. Some times, so often, man’s perception of an eventless life becomes a premise to everything we wanna define about life. Fish in a pond is as important as the water it has...
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