something i have learnt.... only after going through it.....
Brains, which can travel far far away, without anyone knowing that it is stray.
In it's 'tiny house', it has an isolated space, which is dark and hidden, which for even your closest ones is forbidden. It has a room for us, a room 'the one', a room for all, but a room for none. The best- it can make,, the worst- it can break, hard- it can fake, cruel- it can stab, liar- it can change. Always it knows what it has done. But never could you know what it can do.
Like an innocent child it wants to believe, like a possesive wife, it can put you in captivity. Like a stumbling drunkard, it can make you slip. Like a cruel butcher, it can cut you to pieces. Like a jealous competitor, it can bury you down. Like a true friend it can lift you up from the ground.
It can say what it never means, it can pretend and the reality you will never see. It can burn all like a fiery sun. It will kill all faster than a gun.
Oh Lord! I bow to you, dominated like all, by the power you have created.
To read it many have dared. But i plead you God, i don't want to see anymore of it's faces of which i'm still unaware.....
Poetry by nausheen
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Written on 2006-11-30 at 16:45
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The Wonderful, Disastrous creation....
I bow to you God, honouring what you have made. Specifically, 'The Human' with such sophisticated brains. Brains which have a power of its own. To become the "masters" of this world which rightfully YOU own.Brains, which can travel far far away, without anyone knowing that it is stray.
In it's 'tiny house', it has an isolated space, which is dark and hidden, which for even your closest ones is forbidden. It has a room for us, a room 'the one', a room for all, but a room for none. The best- it can make,, the worst- it can break, hard- it can fake, cruel- it can stab, liar- it can change. Always it knows what it has done. But never could you know what it can do.
Like an innocent child it wants to believe, like a possesive wife, it can put you in captivity. Like a stumbling drunkard, it can make you slip. Like a cruel butcher, it can cut you to pieces. Like a jealous competitor, it can bury you down. Like a true friend it can lift you up from the ground.
It can say what it never means, it can pretend and the reality you will never see. It can burn all like a fiery sun. It will kill all faster than a gun.
Oh Lord! I bow to you, dominated like all, by the power you have created.
To read it many have dared. But i plead you God, i don't want to see anymore of it's faces of which i'm still unaware.....
Poetry by nausheen
Read 966 times
Written on 2006-11-30 at 16:45
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