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Must bow before Omnicient There had been no dearth of grace in Must start schemes of things with His name synonym of kindness The Creator of all substance The Essence of Charm around Latent but exposed Beautiful to the best
Woman changed into stone as Ahilya, Woman submerged into waters as Sohni, Woman was buried in wall as Anarkali, And she sank into earth as Sita, Woman was burnt alive as St John! She has been sacrificing since ages Where
The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is
When humanity first became aware, the world was a scary dangerous place. Everything was a mystery, nothing but survival at stake. We created gods to help us make sense. Gods became the catchall to explain the unknown. Gods became religions
We are but vessels of the creator, within, the culmination. The culmination of the creators experiment. How we look, what color, what sex, what nationality, irrelevant. What we produce is what matters, what we bring to the table. Has the
Once again my mind takes flight . Looking at all there is to see. Wandering through different times and realities. Following things as perhaps they might be. Different story lines as far as any mind’s eye can see. Dizzying vistas
It was just a passover which held it for long where evil enforce their rules. The peace was been dragged from their life , all what is getting displayed is those deepest remorseful cries. He started walking with his mellow
Innocence of those eyes Innocence of those eyes, will never disguise , their dreams will fill their blood, with joyous thoughts, and gifts that love has brought innocence of a child is a blessing, which makes him see the beauty
“A young, bubbly lass once I saw, Tall, dusky and a charming smile she wore. Like all little girls, she waited in anticipation, Of a handsome young man, Who’d love her like no one. Her little follies he would overlook,
Astounding pride some exude, In reflection of exterior Little do beings ever realize That Master is all superior. The creator scrupulously must have Decanted, and created the imperial nature. Altruistically and artistically HE has scattered, A little of self in
Beyond a world of chocolates and close bonds is a crossover to strength, screams, shoves, and worn out shoe plates.. strength to part with my system and garner the legitimacy to be counted as a survivor seems possible at every
You, The Oceans of Beauties, Master of all treasures beautiful. Within moments you can make us laugh, Within no time,You can have us crying. Beautiful you are, the source of all beauty, Creator of everything that looks pretty. Beautiful landscapes
The smoke rises from the house, You know that there is fire & a spouse. When you see the footprints on the sand, Someone has passed you just understand. Fast moving trains,running cars & trams, Make your belief that someone
O Matchless Artist ! The Creator or genius scientist. You capture my heart with awesome wondering, And surprises, full of applauding. When I see those multimillion varieties of pretty flowers, I marvel at your marvellous designs. O perfect designer———–! You
When life deepened and words rose to a mystic high , When solitude became a beauty and deep inside could not understand if pain is a blessing or pleasure a boon , when wind whispered in ears sweet nothings ,
Where thou are My creator and my god from the moment you knew I am never a second you unthought me my tantrums; you smiled my attitudes; you redirected you knew me better than me your love boundless selfless yet….
Who is the shepherd of fate? Nobody knows the answer to date A rhetorical question that provokes hate Seven out of eight Feel we are the masters of our own fate They say we control our mates They say we
“I AM GOD’S CREATION – A SOUL” Can anyone tell, “Who am I?” What am I doing on this Mother Earth? I wish, someone could answer this question of mine! Can anyone tell, “where did I spring from?” And for
Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before, Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ? Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens? I open’d my eyes after honey’d slumber, Blind’d by sparkling silver and
In the great dark void before He made our universe, God was primordially drunk on poetry and verse; Poesy sublimely crowned His high and haloed head As subliminally, He poeticized the decrees He made. In that last timeless even, before
Into the mountain I look and see, beautiful creatures, I behold and thee, with tall trees and green grass that’s smiling at me. Into the mountain I wash my face and drink it’s fresh water, a clear blue sky gazing
In the often abject monotony of life, Amidst all the trials and troubles that abound, I asked the Lord, who is my Creator, “Why am I forsaken, God? Alone, with no one to hold close? Who shall I turn to
Slither into my skin, Draped in this night absorbing the mist, tasting my sweat and blood and painting your face in my wetness! While crossing the road to the sun You can’t leave my lusty fiddles kissing your bewitched lips…
Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multicolored butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The essence and absolute beauty
Heaven in a Wildflower Have you ever spent some of your time gazing at an alpine meadow filled to overflowing will delicate wildflowers ? Notice the wild bees, and multi-coloured butterflies galore. These seasoned insects couldn’t ask for more! The
Here are some things that make me smile My lip corners upturn when these come into mind Amazing as the rainbow stained glass tiles And also simple as a little bird’s first flight Try to think of a refreshing, blazing
What makes me smile Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside Like being wrapped in blankets awhile On a winter’s evening, with a merry fire beside. It could be a sudden downpour On a blistering day Or an innocuous knock
Life is a simple play Don’t make it mysterious. All complicated words wrapped into one, Make a bunch of gawky efforts and simultaneous grief. Myriad mementos contemplating miseries, Do no less than to future, humiliation and bad welcoming. That’s what
Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.
Move on… He said…To where? Asked she That was no pause neither an eternity. When the leaves shone on the path, I was all smiles and lively. Crusty and sleepy eyed, Dreamful of reality. When did sun rise to be
We’re in a little trip to our mindscape, I’m here with me to accompany me. We’ve brought some dreams and hopes, And a little grief. We’ve none but we’re not alone, That’s our story in brief. We’ve planned to spread
life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.