Posted by: devoutfaith on: January 2, 2009
The crest of Thine splendor
Oh Lord of Colossal strength!
Has left the world’s vivid wonder
With neither bounds nor length.
The Blessings brought unto me
As an embodiment of Mercy and Love.
Is the greatest bestowed by Thee
For I treasure it above all trove.
Such fine a Creation
Is but a ponder to the soul.
Far beyond my elucidation
I have devoted myself as a whole.
Surely, none other, but Thee
Possess the miraculous Might
To Grant both sorrow and glee
And envisage the day and night.
Before Thou, I kneel
For now my senses do not spree
Yet again, I have begun to feel
The thrust of falsehood free!
Posted by: devoutfaith on: December 31, 2008
When I looked down the road
I saw a mirage, far from where I strode
Thirst had wasted my thought
I ran down, my mind being naught
I had assured myself of its purity
None, but that had convinced my sanity
Never was I ready to accept
Failure, hardly being my concept
I ran as far and fast as I could
Though I had a choice, I felt I should.
I dreamt of the wonders I would receive
Once I reached success, and would achieve
Now and then, I came upon obstacles
Hardly realising, they were my oracles.
Evading, I ran further still.
Comprehensions, my ego dared to kill
Then I did see a vague figure ahead
In a moment, my prudence was almost dead
Neither could I halt, nor could return
Verily, my insides cried out in mourn
Yet, I failed myself in agreement
Then, my target was not achievement.
Had I been able to endow it purity
I would accept triumph, with surety
But alas, again I incurred failure!
Not of deed, but of choice I was immature.
To forsake myself, why was I so keen?
I envisaged more than I had seen
Incredulity, then taking over me
I wondered how I had failed to see.
While rain poured softly and boundlessly
I chased a mirage that lured me deceivingly.
To the distant storm, I give not a mere ponder.
For dew pours on me from just yonder.
To quench my thirst, I’ve been taught
Even while I lay, amidst the world’s drought.
Posted by: devoutfaith on: December 31, 2008
The voices deep down inside
Echoed through my mind’s void
Tolerance in me had died
Not anymore could I simply avoid
Patience had not a chance to fail
I kept myself together and moved ahead
For a year, we had accepted to be frail
Today, while we speak, you listen instead!
If you found triumph in mortification
Then surely we found it in resistance
Though by all means we had justification
Temptations never overcame prudence
But didn’t a moment of opposition
Drain the zeal of your violence?
Nay, we chose with discretion
For if desired, we could ruin your existence!
Thank and pray yet again to Lord
For an ending as such; blessed are your souls
Bereavement was surrounding your lot
But again consider, we had nothing to lose.
