I see a coincidence, A special coincidence: A center of a circle, An infinitely meeting scale That is visibly invisible And a distance too nearby to reach And a working of an unseen gyre that lets us in And puts the reason everyone meets the other. It’s not we meet, I see a decider, A third hand, making life predestined.
This makes me feel Better than all those physical ill- A man comes to me or I go to a man These are false, a vested one: For life is beforehand predestined.
So, someone knocks you? Let him in. And consider the goodness that has thy inn And fight the bad, good, selfish line In you and others are all but pure fine- For who knows the person you meet, a pearl to you Or you are a pearl to the person meets Or a third hand you being desired most Or a fate is made to make you boost. And at least somebody may have somebody’s pain And pleasures momentary, little worth to gain If not joy of each one to each one lain- For life is life that is to live And as it is common the rare is death For none is there has experienced! But a third hand makes us fear it most And sets us feel the surround ghost.
One beautiful Sunday afternoon, down by the valley where the waters cascading down the rocks upon the stony bed I sat, lost in reverie on my life continuous struggles when His shadows appeared, silhouetted against the fading sun upon the
Dear sweet baby how old you become no matter I’ll always be holding your hand very tenderly as I held it on the auspicious day that you were born you are incredible gift that god has gifted to your Dad
today i am not one whole, placid; blood streaked globe of full moon was hovering over me all night to freeze a ruined landscape, i was not ready for the departure, untying the knots of water, like the storm opening