Feb 28, 2009

Life


What is life? It's like a tide that rises and receeds, like a leaf that grows on a tree only to wither and fall when spring pasts. What are we doing here? What is the purpose of living in this world? What is the reason for me waking up everyday and living my life not knowing what is going to happen in the next hour or minute. Yet, we breathe and talk and laugh as if everything is going to be alright. What if....??? That is a big question we, at most of the times, don't ask or should i say dare not ask. So, we are sailing towards wherever the wind is driving us, into the horizon, into the storms, the wind and the rain. This is how i see life.


Cry of Innocence

I lay beneath the eyes of the watchman,
Knowing not my path or troubles to unfold,

Yet I blindly strive to reach my destiny
,

Ahead, alone, amidst the tempest.

My eyes cannot see through the mist that surrounds me,
Ignoring the silence of the wind that abides me.


When tears go dry, life is slowly fading,
And the body soon to depart from the conscience of the mind.
The heart grows cold and the soul lay unrest,

The light above is slowly fading.
Thinking of life and why we are here,

What art Thou created yet hath so forsaken?

I fly like an eagle
On the wings of an angel,
Free as a river down the waterfall
Yet, i see no blue sky so clear as without a storm
Just as a rainbow follows the rain
In the end its a Cry of Innocence

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