my kind lord

I know that you are :
has always been and will always be.

A helping hand You are
when there is need.
You sooth my soul
when it is wounded .
when there is chaos; inside  and out ,
You bestow strength upon me.
You and only You keep my secrets.
You and only You who are mine.
like fragrance is flower's .

But oh , my dubious little mind !
knowing everything it believes nothing .
oh ,my foolish ugly eyes !
seeing everything it watches nothing .

O MY KIND LORD,
free me of all my false beliefs and notions
and restore my trust in you
and make your humble servant's life meaningful  ,complete............  .


dear friends ,no one cares for you the way HE cares. go ,go to Him before it is too late.
and one more thing, HE ,like a true friend knows everything about you and still loves you.
                                                                                            with love,
                                                                                                              avinash.

you are to me

YOU are to me ,
what hope is to a dejected soul,
what life is to a dying man,
what means is to need,
what money is to greed,
what root is to tree,
what light is to vision,
what color is to flower,
what rain is to desert,
what love is to heart,
what water is to thirst,
what devotion is to trust,
ALAS!
how much is left to be said .
how little is my pen blessed.
but somewhere deep inside,
i know ,
and ,
i know that you know
what says my heart.
so,
MY LORD,
please allow me,
grant me my place,
into my eternal home again.



friends,the day i wrote these lines was a very important day in my life
because it was the day i came to realize that GOD is not there to be respected
or to be feared ,no dear friends,HE is not .we can only pay HIM our homage
in the currency of love and nothing else will be accepted.

see you soon ,bye.

to be or not to be

Says the great poet Shakespeare :
to be or not to be is the question.
can he be more true my dear,
are not our ups and downs,our own discretion?

we compromise our souls for a petty thing,
always forget what will the ramification be.
our heart start to wither in the season of spring;
in the face of the gardener dies the treasured tree.

all we have is our heart and our soul,
nothing else is important, nothing else is required.
yes it's also true that the brain has it's role;
but heart is a natural trait and brain is acquired.

let's all take a resolution this moment,
we will never paint ourselves black in order to live
because once lost is the character life is a living torment.

i am not saying this friends,it's a God sent missive.

A question it is ,to be or not to be ,
but is not "The"question,hope all agree.


Friends, it is important to know what is good for us but it more important to know what's better.

writing on the sand

i am writing,writing on the sand;
i know it's going to be fragile and bland.
the air will take away, my thoughts
or devoured will be they by the ocean, the snot
still I try the same with rigour
though I am weak and lacking in vigour
hoping the ocean and the wind be defeated one day
the light dawns upon me, of a new day.



That's enough for today. I,ll soon be back with something more readable!