Knock Knock

Yesterday i woke up with a knock at my door.I asked who it was......

'God,' the answer came.
Stunned i ran to the door and opened it.
'What can i do for you Oh Lord?' i asked
God said 'Many people dont ask me that question.'
'So what do they ask?'I asked curious
God said 'They say,'God i have prayed for many things yet many remain unheard and unanswered.'

'Oh.'I exclaimed

After a brief silence i said 'Maybe i can be the first to reverse the trend,what do you want me to do..'
'Yes,' Maybe you can.' God said smiling.
I waited in Patience to hear what God,the omnipotent could possibly want.He had the power to change what he didnt like,blind those who neednt see...
'Well......?' i said

God said ' My dear one ,you answered your own question,thats all i wanted to hear the rest will come to you.'
I think i remmember a soft ray of light that day,it pierced through my window and escaped into another day.

Am running

I am trying to run that extra mile everyday.Somehow when the appropriate time comes its like a feeling you would like to shelf the rest of your life.damn!Its like that flat clear road and trees on the side, you in those nike sneakers,your sexy Mp3 player playing the best pick that would help push you till that last mile,that sweat drenched sleeveless tee sticking to your body reminding you- 'i did sweat!' yup i did it. Then you suddenly stop ,get that huge gasp of oxygen back into your lungs and realize that you can actaully run little bit more.That way you tommorow you run that extra mile and discover a new route,a better view. Then another runner on the road.You smile and pass him then think 'where did he start?' then you think 'doesnt matter,i have crossed my 'self proclaimed limitations'and now i need to find more.'

Days,weeks,months,years pass by and you keep running but not on the same route,not the same number of miles and minutes.You run now for different purposes than the time at which you started.You train your mind to decide your limitations,you stop your body not because you cant run anymore but because you have ran enough to keep you going.You have ran enough to realize you can pass that person who started much before you through minute efforts compounded every single day.

Thats snapshot of my life- a treadmill i need to run everyday without fail-with that extra mile everyday

Angel

I was living with an angel almost my whole life and never realised it-am glad i finally did.

Its not science

Whats the greatest creater of wealth? is it sheer success or lack of fear and belief in the self?I would say the latter.Two intangibles that 'spell' your world and make the next step closer than te first.To be fearless you would have to believe in your self, and to believe in your self you would have to overcome the fear to be questioned. So its not mutually exclusive its not even a choice you have to make,its more of a commitment . A commitment that can lead to your self tuning,something that should become a habit within time.And once the habit is cultivated it shapes it-self into different paradigms and in future clear cut inscisions of ones personality and character.

Its not molecular science ,just that you may have to gaze into that magnifying glass and choose which molecule you ought to imitate.

Cookies & Slumber

Then i saw the trees duck as the raging wind attacked, and the birds fly higher than the kite that i let go.The clouds opened their eyes and showered the terrains,as the cattle stopped grazing to run into their hay stacked dens.The valleys looked greener than the gem stones, and smoother than the mirage.The horizon garnishing the image with the myriad rays escaping the days toil.I could hear the baby cry then put to sleep,the children screaming in delight playing in the open free fields,and then my dad lighting up that fireplace.I also remember the smell of those freshly baked cookies that came from my mothers oven on that cold evening topped with that warm tea that ran down my throat.It was like magic that made me forget todays and tomorrows.

Then i remember the stars steering the clouds away, and the moon lighting up my nights.I would count sheep and imagine jumping over the stars.I dont remember what happened next...guess a fairy would sprinkle that magic powder and lead me to slumber.

Its not You but Me

Its not the Darkness that worries me but the light,for i may fail to see its whole.
Its not the pain that worries me but the pleasure,for i may not realise its worth.
Its not failure that worries me but success,for i may cease to be a fighter.

Its not the uncertainity that worries me but the certainity,for i may cease to explore.
Its not black &white that worries me but the color,for i may not see the right hue.
Its not the blankness that worries me but the stripes,for i wouldnt know which to choose.

Its not the poverty that worries me but the money,for its the rich that caused the divide.
Its not injustice that worries me but the fairness,for i may not choose what is just.
Its not disbelieve that worries me but trust,for i may not know when to trust.

Its not my enemies that worry me but friends,for i may not know when to let go.
Its not death that worries me but life,for life leads me to death.
Its not sunset that worries me but the sunrise,for i may fail to catch every ray.

Its not ironies that worry me but the reality,for even reality is relative.
Its not the sadness that worries me but the joy,for i may forget my strength.
Its not age that worries me but my youth,for i may forget subtleties in life.

Its not you that worries me but i, for i choose to be who i am.