To be content with a sedentary life is a sin,
The longing for sun drenched destination grows,
I stand on the crossroad where choices are abundant,
Like a lost souls who is compelled to walk perpetually on the road of despair.
Oh lord I follow you with all my devotion,
But the Gods also mock my bewildering emotions,
To be with her once more is the only notion,
When I wander in darkness,
She rescues me with her saintly notion.
The angels gentle smile,
The angles grace,
The angles sparkling eyes,
To lay my eyes on them is the only escape from this melancholic life cries.
This is one of my favorite song and it is so heart touching which relates to life.
For Johnny Cash RIP
Into the depths of nature peer,
Hand in hand with his father he walks in the woods,
He only believes, there’s a miracle here,
But this was only a dream as he feared.
Standing on the porch a little boy with tears in his eyes,
His whole childhood filled with lies,
Awaiting his guardians love, his heart is filled with cries,
Waiting for the tiny tales that would put him to sleep,
His father scowled at him like a bolt of thunder,
Was this his bleak destiny he always wondered?
As time moves on,
These questions shall shape,
Where were your blessings?
Where were the fairy tales that would put me to sleep?
Where were the lessons of life?
Why did you considered me as a foe?
As the years move on,
His mended heart could take no more,
He saw others fathers would sweep them into a giggling ecstasy,
To be lost in wonderland called “the home” where they were shaken like a laughing rag,
He was far away from reality,
Just keeping faith and endure when tested the most.
He trusted in the lord with all his heart,
And not leaning on his own understanding,
Walking on the godly path,
Was only his part,
Constantly hearing the voices from heaven saying “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.”
Mourning and desperately seeking for an island of sanity,
As he was drowning in sorrows, this was his only tragedy.
Creativity is contagious, some foolish people trying to paint a picture on a blank canvas, according to them the earth might be some different shape or color and just trying to make a sense of their art and explore new horizons.
Business, medicine, engineering, politics, these all are gracious entities being pursued by people to sustain life but these are not the reasons why life goes on. We need creativity in our lives to replenish our soul, to fill the void, to answer the unanswered questions about life. Creativity can be admired, it has the beauty and it is love. To quote Pablo Piccasso “Everything you can imagine is real”, imagination has the power to make things real and creativity personifies it.
Sometimes we find ourselves between the bewildering crossroads of life. Faith, hope & vision become menial, one’s own existence becomes a doubt and fear looms like a dark cloud. Our prose becomes dreary, constantly reaching out to the island of sanity but asylum is farfetched. Then we just need an angel to utter the magic verse…. “It’s going to be OK”