The Little Soul!

For the little soul she is,

Smiling, talking as if she has no care in the world

Holding my hand, feeling my rings

Looking at me with an awe

She is one of the many

Of many who have been left alone

For hardly few know the pain behind their smiles

Hardly few feel the loneliness in their eyes

But god has its own ways of balancing

For these souls left alone are the purest

They have the shades of rainbow in their eyes

Hues of hope in their voices

And a tinge of trust in their prayers

For people view them as unfortunate

But the destiny is what they make

So don’t treat them as the left outs

Treat them as how you treat yourself

For in their prayers lives the God’s will

In their happiness is the true color of life.

The Night Song!

Solemn on the grass i lay,

Gazing at the sky so grey!

Looking for the stars,

All above me so far

And from there comes a night song,

The tunes hitting the cord right and wrong!

It was a song of togetherness; it was a song of despair!

It was a song of agony; it was a song to prepare!

For the tunes were just right when they should be wrong,

Urging me to embrace the lovely night song!

It filled the sky, it filled the earth!

It filled my soul with unfailing faith!

Faith to live, faith to love!

Faith to make this life really worth!

For what you have will be left here

Everything will turn in to earth and air

So I have decided to love while i can

Live for a life, the moment without a plan

For it’s me and my life

I am the one to choose the laughter or the strife

So no matter how life turns

Every minute will have something new to learn

Even if the living is tough and long

I’ll always cherish the night song!

Heaven or Hell?

And there I was knocking a door,

For hours and hours blocking the door!
So it opens and a child comes,

With tattered clothes and shoes none!
For me I thought this was hell,

But the guy behind me had a lot to tell
He showed me the road unknown,

With weeds and thorns overgrown

For that was the road that led to hell,

To cross that I had to be brave as well!

And this was the heaven so talked about

With the promise of flowers and lovely sprouts
But if this was heaven,

Then where was the God?

Why the lonely child was left abode!
For my world was better than this,

The life was tough but still was bliss!
But the man behind disagreed,

Probably when I was alive I paid no heed!

For there we live in our own worlds

In our safe shells all curled

People live and they die

No one’s really concerned when others cry

All that is important is oneself

Life has little meaning in and of itself

So why am I complaining about the heaven?

For this is what is left of it,

While alive we don’t value what we have around

Why would God be bothered to show us the path we never found?

For is this heaven or the hell?

Now i have a tale I am ashamed to tell!