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May those who sow in tears, reap with shouts of joy. (Psalm 126:5)
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They never mind the weather Or people in their wake. They sigh, they scream, they dream. Always moving for one's sake. Sometimes round and round... Without an inkling of a sound... They make you stare and dare, To ask if this is fair. To what avail? Does this thought help, or only flail? You know what does prevail. It sears across the mind undeterred, like some fire-winged bird... Consuming, devouring, hurting. Making tears fall useless to the ground. Yet nothing ever sprung from salt. To face maybe one's own default. How could so much pain, come from something good and beautiful, Carefree like the life exempt of all that's vain?
...............one ...................by .....................one, On tiny flowers, ready to open their faces to the sky, and drink in their welcomed refreshment. Widely, they open their eager mouths to feast themselves on Life's wondrous bounties. Rain glistens on their soft delicate petals. Droplets conglomerate and ineffectually dive to their deaths- Little titters of laughter tinkle, echoing silently. Liquid sadness of our own friends pulsates and emanates from minds of men. Each water droplet dies, and laughter turns to tears- tears of life, tears of death, that intermingle and combine till minds of men do not think anymore. Our thoughts and our ideals perish- Death is highly imminent.
that enveloped me tonight. Hardly my eyes can see through the road that lies ahead- no people I see - no light, not even you - Oh! Lord. But suddenly- when on my way I trod along- to where I do not know- Your voice I heard, Lord. "I am the road seek no further on. I am the Light, I am the Life. Come and together we'll be there in the bright happiness without end." When your voice I heard- and heed of it I did. felt myself so light be, from the weight of hate: from the morbid ways of frivolity, from jealousy and horrible thoughts. To know the meaning of reality. Again there came the light. Around me shining bright - The happiness then I felt once more. For whom the road He finds, for whom the peace He Brings- And then I was pleased. This happiness I was searching for.
As my head I laid to rest. I prayed and thanked you Lord For all you know what's best. But then my sleep was broken With an excruciating pain It seemed to sap my life away I prayed and prayed but all in vain. A tear I shed to ask your help. But You were not there to hear. I thought I lost my faith in You Which made me Death to fear. And asked. Why me? I wish I had all the hearts to love. To offer You all the pain I felt, while listless I lay there So my faith will never wane. Such hearts which are cold as stone Will never know your want. And losing courage in your goodself And let Death themselves to haunt. Yet as a mortal,I'm sure to know I feel the same like one and all. I looked up then to ask Your help And avoid my sinning fall. But asked again. Why me? As days and months passed over me I felt my strength regain. I prayed to You my life to spare To forgive and You I'll love again. Ah! Love comes in different ways. Shown by the one who loves to see. Instead the coldness of my poor heart- I'll offer all my love to thee. Oh! Jesus I now pray to say Why my sleep I had to lose. You wanted me all along to know. Why me You had to choose. Now I will never ask again. Why me?
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