Your enigma ,am puzzled !
Your conundrum is a riddle !Love the way you diddle ,
heartless , yet a saint !
You have your own ways ,
Allah , is that your name ?
Source of life ,
The creator ,
that's what they say !
Invisible
a
riddle ,
curious , I fiddle ,
for no reason
my curiosity you don't dwindle !
Nomad is my name,
am a reckless wave ,
in your world that's strange ,
the world that now is estranged ,
but
you move away with a shudder ,
ignorant , as if you are naive ,
you care not for this floundering wave ,
your fury on this wanderer ,
is harsher than that of a gale ,
slow down
I
told you my name ,
hold on ,at all if you care ,
no mercy I anticipate
but
few words on my fate !
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Strange are His ways,
ReplyDeletewe often feel dismayed,
but believe this,forget the rest,
what happens,happens for the BEST!
yea indu :)
DeleteAll we have to do is "play our role"...rest is HIS way of making the things happen...and we can't question is HIS ways as somehow at the end HE is the one who is always right...
ReplyDeletenice composition... :)
thank you sarabjeet !
DeleteHe has his own way , all we can do is do our job whole heartedly and leave the rest to him ..
ReplyDeletegood poem
Bikram's
hmmmmm ryt sir ;)
Delete:) lovely lilt!
ReplyDeletethank you @magiceye !
DeleteGod, I believe, never leaves his own ones alone. If you believe you are His special child, you will be. It's the strength of your believe that feeds His power within you, and with out you.
ReplyDeletehmmm ys punamjr:)
Deleteawesome Alka..thanks for sharing this...am sure if i re-read it 2-3 times i'll definitely remember this by heart !
ReplyDeletei tweeted this post on my profile :-)
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DeleteI am branded Catholic, brought up in traditional family. My grandma impressed upon me at childhood, by her example and in words, 'we must carry our own Cross'. She went to Church once or twice in a year. Her work was prayer for her... I wrote about her in my blog under tag of Grandma's legacy.
ReplyDeleteI guess that is why they say, "Have thine own way, Lord. Have thine own way..."
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