It seldom pours.
And sometimes in the deluge;
The vision blurs.
And I wonder;
Whether it was the rains,
Or was it tempest within.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The Truth Tales!
If life's the fabric, people are the strokes of colour.
If you are someone, be a good one.
Does it matter what you have left with you?
If memories have your past, let joy have your future.
No failure is big enough to make you topple the edge,
Rub your sole and make the precarious edge a broad base.
If it were as we thought, wouldn't 'what if...' lose it's glitter?!
If there is a 'because...' after 'I am happy', you just killed the happiness.
I shall not jump off the cliff, for my soul will fly but the being shall fall.
If you are someone, be a good one.
Does it matter what you have left with you?
If memories have your past, let joy have your future.
No failure is big enough to make you topple the edge,
Rub your sole and make the precarious edge a broad base.
If it were as we thought, wouldn't 'what if...' lose it's glitter?!
If there is a 'because...' after 'I am happy', you just killed the happiness.
I shall not jump off the cliff, for my soul will fly but the being shall fall.
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