As I sit here, looking into your eyes,
I wonder, will I suffice?
Those gorgeous beautiful eyes,
Filled with life and frolic.
Seem to speak without uttering a word,
My silent feelings are not absurd.
Have I felt this before?
A constant pain to the core.
Observing you silently, I smile,
My love Is deeper than the Nile.
Fresher than the first drops of dew,
Pure as the first glow of moonlight,
Clearer than the finest crystal,
My love is complex yet simple.
Do miracles really happen?
Does faith lead to fulfillment?
Numerous questions surround me,
Answers not known to me.
Are these tears rolling down?
I suddenly realize, why should I frown,
What is the reason behind my remorse ,
After all, I still have to fight many wars.
Love doesn’t signify achieve and conquer,
But, believes in the word forever.
It is powerful beyond imagination, divine and serene,
Within each, lies this great force instilled within.
Nobody foresees the future.
I survive with faith and a hope,
To live that one awaited moment,
Of us being together before mortality.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Truth : An unsolved maze?

There have been numerous instances where many a times one must have heard about the "right way". My feeling is that does this "right way" really exist and if it does, are there repurcussions. The facts would always cease to exist and never change, accompanied with a lot of convergence of thoughts and expressions. This situation leads to a universally acclaimed practice of following the masses.
Then again, moving away also causes a situation of an outcast being born. The reality probably lies in the way each individual looks into each decission problem. Seems too unrealistic, but believe me, complexity has always won over simplicity, and this has been the scenario for long. It is rightly said, "It is so simple to be complex, but so complex to be simple." Hence, the idea behind is to actually look at things nuetrally and look at various perspectives, to make one's way out of the maze.
Confusion is that moment when one simply gave up thinkin.
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