A NEW DAY
A pale orange spreads accross the morning sky
the clouds are a mess of colours today
the cool breeze sweeps away the long cold winter
and thus GOD brings before us a new day
Last winter was bitterly long,
the cold days ended late
the evenings smelt of stale beer which tired men gulped with haste
As the summer comes and the warmth spreads accross the street
let it wash away the chill and kiss the sleeping feet.
I see a bright lady waving towards me
asking me to walk with her till our eyes can see
Overwhelmed I ask Lady what is it that you are called
"People call me many names, you can call me HOPE"
MOMMENTS
Momments create a life time
Small inconspicuous momments
Momments others can not see or feel, momments one feels in oneself
totally separated from the zillions of momments in millions of hearts all around
Yetthese momments are common to all
Momments become memories, memorries become the past, the past becomes blurred
Yet amid this blur the momments return
And we see, we feel once more like we saw and felt...
Momments become all.
