The emptiness in the sea,
rattles the confused me.
Why is it so calm ,
Without any worries or alarm?
Has it nothing to say ,
to the sadness of the day?
Why doesn't it show any light ,
To the darkness of the nights?
The waves rising and falling ,
became my tutor,
And told me,
calmness in the sea lasts ,
cause it has no past .
it's like a suture ,
cause it doesn't cares for the future.
Future is always bright ,
Past is always a fright .
Keep past out of mind ,
and leave the future behind .
God is always on that side
Which finds solace inside.
Try to feel this delightful scent ,
And you would be able to enjoy the present.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
TIME PASS 3
Lying in the couches of silence
My mind jumps into that blurring past,
Where nothing is to remember
and no memories which could last .
Burned down to ashes ,
and flown away by the tides of time ,
Everything has been wiped out ,
Leaving behind no signs .
But still in that ashes
It found out something,
and brought back what was lost ,
A memory which was broken ,
A memory which was lost .
Reminding me
Of those few moments in the past ,
Telling me they weren't the last ,
Giving the hope they would come again ,
Relieving me of all my pains .
Unknowingly a smile comes to my face ,
the beleif returns to me ,
That God has something in store for everyone ,
And someday even my wishes would be done .
My mind jumps into that blurring past,
Where nothing is to remember
and no memories which could last .
Burned down to ashes ,
and flown away by the tides of time ,
Everything has been wiped out ,
Leaving behind no signs .
But still in that ashes
It found out something,
and brought back what was lost ,
A memory which was broken ,
A memory which was lost .
Reminding me
Of those few moments in the past ,
Telling me they weren't the last ,
Giving the hope they would come again ,
Relieving me of all my pains .
Unknowingly a smile comes to my face ,
the beleif returns to me ,
That God has something in store for everyone ,
And someday even my wishes would be done .
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