This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.

The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.

When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.

My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.

At dawn shey departed
My mind tried to console me -
" Everything is Maya".
Angrily I replied:
"Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed---
all these are real."

My mind said: "Yet, think again."
I rejoined: " You better stop.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are "Maya",
then why should "shey" be more unreal?"

My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
"That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace."

I replied in anger: "How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?"

Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,
I began to strike at everything in this world
that gave me shelter.
And I screamed:" The world is treacherous."

Suddenly, I was startled.
It seemed like someone admonished me :" You- ungrateful ! "

I looked at the crescent moon
hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
As if the dear departed one is smiling
and playing hide-and-seek with me.

From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars
came a rebuke: "when I let you grasp me you call it an deception,
and yet when I remain concealed,
why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction?

Like a rose that has petals in clusters
I find trapped within me, many characters

One who wish to change Destiny,
One who thinks it can not be changed.
One who lives LIFE moment to moment
And one who wants whole of it to be arranged.

One is wise, yet seeks knowledge
One has learned a lot but still a fool.
One is at peace at all times
And other over wealth, would drool.

One who is brave to the very core of heart
And One who is a coward and hollow.
One who is a man of substance
And one who is mean and shallow.

One who can't see anything beyond self
And one who is known for his kindness.
One for whom everything is a laughing matter
And one who lives constantly in stress.

I wonder if any of these characters, is the real me?
Or does the real ME, even has a personality?
What was God thinking after all, I would like to know
When he decided to pollute my individuality?

I am a man without any clear traits.
Trying hard to make sense out of insanity.
Even in the moments of solitude, I often feel
There are too many people living inside me.

When the sun seems to dim,
And the day feels untrue;
Remember,
Someone is praying for you.

Each day that’s not full of sunshine,
But maybe dread and fear;
Remember,
Someone is praying for you.

Although things are not perfect
Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving
Do not begin to blame
Even when the times are hard
Fierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able
Hold on to what you know
Imagine life without His love
Joy would cease to be
Keep thanking Him for all the things
Love imparts to thee
Move out of "Camp Complaining"
No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone
Quit looking at the future
Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship
To "thank" is a command
Until we see Him coming
Victorious in the sky
We'll run the race with gratitude
Xalting God most high
Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!

Lord you are sufficient to me..
nothing else do I wish for.
Lord you are enough for me..
nothing else do I need any more.

Draw me closer
When I am a loser
Fill with your peace
even when I'm at the peak of success..
'coz you are the one who made me
you are the one to mould me
and I depend on You..!
I believe in You..!!

Wedding Poems