LETTING GO...................

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Letting go to the lord;
Letting him take over your life
Is a special experience anyway
Opens up the vista before your eyes
Making living a different experience
White clouds of wonder float
Clear translucent your thoughts become.....
The trust you place in the lord,
God, almighty,Kanna,Muruga....
What ever you wish to say;
He will take you in his arms
And help you through the day!
His fluidity of movements will impress
His tranquillity will seep through your veins
As he moulds your life with his claims....
To elevate you; beyond your imaginations
A place of his choice
Listen to his voice...........
He will speak soft within
Can you hear him?
If you can not you have yet to believe in him....
His strength; his visions for you.........
Bow low; and trust him deeply, truly
He will hold you
When all else turn away
Holding the world for your sake
To let you also find your stake;
Accept all the pain he dishes out
For he plans a booty of joy stout!
Life is a journey
When many a tunnel the train must pass
"Come ; trust me willing lass.........."
Whispers the lord
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malini kadir

BLURRED

I can see the confusions in your mind
I can hear your lamentations
The multiple choices life provides
Which is best?


Which will carter to your life's visions
Will I be able to compete?
The mind of the average person
That I am;how do I pave my path?


Is there no mid way?
To make you make ends meet 
Is all of life into two slots cut?
Perhaps to the mind set of the urban child; it is!


For where did he skip to play?
Was his time left uncharted
Or his thoughts ever given room to wander?
Decide for himself ; what suits him best?


Ironic side effect of successful parents
Chartered life,ironed out smooth
The unexpected then topples him easy!
He is in mental soup unable to handle!


Blurred his visions
Blurred his roots
Path and thoughts narrowed
Insults not easy swallowed;


Feet in new grounds stumble,
Image begins to crumble
Vivacity diminished; brooding expands
Still awe stuck by the simple ways of the free birds?


His mother fed ego;
His first enemy
For to her eyes; he was apple to cherish
Out in the world; where unjust words are oft fairly thrown


How will he survive? He is vulnerable to stronger minds
People make fun of his strict good manners
For in  Rome where nudity is crazy...overdressed is o.k!!


But surely there is a median?
His mind questions
Yes and then life is also left in the middle scape
The massive middle class is so created.....


The median path of minimum risk
Is easier to follow; and makes man much to swallow
Then perhaps In a story from rags to riches
Will smith has some answers to give us......

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Moot Malini

WHEN ALL THE PAIN IS WORTH IT...........

WHEN ALL THE PAIN IS WORTH IT.............

Did I miss you my love?
When did you in disguise slip into my life?
Did I fail to know the obvious?
Was I just a sentimental fool,
Walking the glades of life;
Missing all the fun
Of your growing love.....
Your caprice and sense of fair play?
The need to straighten the wrong,
To silent slip away to play
Always a wonder boy!
Did you wander far afield?
The blades of yellow parched ,cut stalks behind.......
Perhaps reflects the Sun
Te golden glade gladdens you
Youe uplifted face,
Has all the multiple colours of hope reflected!
How I long to hug you dear....
Will it always be this way?
times will fly
you will grow away from me
Young man I wish you always succeed
Then can I selfish wish you near?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Moot Malini