Sunday, November 3, 2013

Light


A Blind man with a lamp
On his stick
Walks down the lane
With no fear in his head.....
Just baffled by this sight
Stars seems to disappear
In to the darkness...
Strangled with shame....
But the moon stands still
With grace by its side
Along with the
Cruelty of the Sun...
The almighty King
I for once asked my own self
Who are we to question
What is faith
And what is grief....
Where as both emerges
From raw emptiness...
With no means of effort
From the hidden corners
Of ones heart....
But with just a tiny
Drop of temper...
You break that tricky wall
Once and for all....
Without any struggle
Wanting to be free...
I'd rather enjoy this ride...
And just be.....