Sunday, July 29, 2007

Sunday Morning

It's Sunday Morning
Church bells Ringing
The Lord is calling
The choir Singing
Christians sit in church
Waiting for a spiritual touch
It is here we plead forgiveness
From our Iniquities
We can feel his presence
And live our lives in Tranquility

The Preacher stepped on the podium
In an atmosphere devoid of pandemonium
He had a message to deliver
Which made the congregation shiver
About the Coming of the Lord
And the End of Time
This was the spoken word
We have to cross the line
The Church was in total silence
As we felt the word’s essence

The people were filled
With wisdom and knowledge
They were ready to make their lives
Worthy of Emulation
This was a feeling
We experienced once in a week
In a special way
On a Sunday

We see the need to please our maker
That we do not fall prey to the soul taker
The Preacher creates awareness
And demands our readiness
To be counted among the righteous
The courteous and virtuous
That will see the Lord on that day
And leave the world to decay
But, do we have to get this sensation only once in a week?
The Kingdom of God, we must seek
If we would exude holiness to the peak
Righteousness is for everyday of our lives
And not reserved for Sunday morning

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Without the Painting

Fifteen Minutes in front of the Mirror
Brushing, Cleaning, Dusting, and Painting
Tracing every line without error,
After all the stress, it is worth nothing.
Trying to enhance beauty
But Ignorant of Natural beauty
Her Lips are blood red,
Her eyelashes are pitch black
Her skin is as white as snow
At the culmination of her painting
She stepped out, a puppet,
She's a clown that wouldn't make you laugh
She appears in Colors
In an already colored world

She passes by and all heads turn
She is pleased by the attention she draws
She takes every step skillfully
Because she's a painted Queen.
After the Catwalk and conspicuousness
She goes home to wash off the colors
And begins another round of painting in the morning

Without the painting, she's an angel
She's the perfect picture of nature.
An epitome of Beauty
Illuminating Vivacity
As too much seasoning spoils the soup,
Too much colors ruin the look
Without the painting, she's natural
She's unadulterated and original.

The painting is like addition to perfection
Which makes perfection a counterfeit
You're lovely the way you are
I'll go for a girl without the Painting

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Good Night

The day is far spent
And every man goes to his tent
It's the dawning of the dusk
A change from light to darkness.
The sun sets in the west
And it is time to rest
Suddenly the sky is covered
With a black cloak
With tiny shiny dots that sparkle
In the big beautiful firmament.
This lovely darkness
Means we have to go to bed

I sit looking at the sky,
I see the sparkling stars
And feel the cool night air
I cannot but appreciate the beauty of nature
But I must soon lay my head
On my beloved bed
And travel far, beyond reach
To a world of fantasy,
To dreamland.
Where life is extremely beautiful
And we never want to come back
I must sleep to dream.
I was determined
To experience this beautiful fantasy.

I walked in and wished the family "Good Night"
Expressed appreciation for God's protection
And i was ready to face what the night had to bring
With a wonderful "Good Night, sleep tight and sweet dreams"
I departed and resurrected in the morning

Have you told a loved one "Goodnight" tonight?

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Good Morning

Darkness slowly losing its grip of the day
Giving way to the light of the skies
The distinct melody of the crowing cock
Could be heard from a distance.
Serving as the ancient clock.
The genesis of another 24hours
The foundation of a pillar
The beginning of a season,
A new dawn

Awoken by the crow of the cock
Rolling lazily on the bed
Enjoying every minute of the Night
As though it would never end
But the night has delivered the morning
A transition from darkness to light

The door to my eyes have finally been unlocked
Stretching and yawning,
It’s a beautiful morning.
On my knees, I express gratitude
For being numbered in today’s population.
I slowly step out of the room
To know if the others made it.

But they still snore,
And I refuse to ignore
They have not recovered from the shock
Of the silent night.
Silently, with the melody of the birds,
I whisper a sweet “Good Morning Dear”
“How was your Night”?
Let the Joy of the Day Begin.
For it’s a beautiful blessing
To experience a wonderful morning

Have you told a loved one "Good morning" today?

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Lost Sheep

Tears rolling down my face
Crying, searching for grace
Memories of the past
Flashes through my mind
This love cannot last
If the bond does not bind
I knelt soaked in tears
I had to face my fears
And seek Forgiveness
Be free from my weakness

A moment of Pleasure
And I've lost my treasure
I couldn't tell what came over me
I was in a state of trance
I'm not the man I used to be
I need another Chance
She stared at me in disbelief
It gave me no relief
To see her heart broken
From my slumber I had woken

She looked at me and began to Cry
She looked to the sky and asked God "Why"
This could lead to Strife
But I love my Wife
I deserved any Punishment for my Crime
Because It was Judgment Time
Amid tears, arms opened Wide
I stood up to hug my Bride
I had been Forgiven
My sins were Forgotten
I'll never forget this day
For I am a lost sheep that found its way.

Sunday, July 08, 2007


Irreversible constant motion
The Ultimate healer of every wound
Time used is a memory
Time being used is an experience
And time unused is the future.
The reason for ageing
Our close, distant friend
that owes no explanation
for passing by without notice,
Slowly turning our dark hair grey
As we watch our life gradually decay.

The hands of the clock strikes continually
As the future is brought to our doorstep
The last minute becomes history
And history is soon forgotten.
Although we cannot stop time
we can make the best use of it
Time gives us hope of a better future
as darkness slowly becomes morning
or remorse for a terrible past
as we realise it has caused irrevocable damage

It is prudent to ply this seemingly endless journey with caution
Because our close, distant friend is not friendly
Sometimes we want time to move twice as fast
Because we're trying to overcome a difficult situation
or we never want it to end
Because we're enjoying every minute of it
Make wise use of this abundantly scarce commodity TIME