A heart painted with love
Painter was a bit careless
She had broken it into two.
But I've tried to join it and make it look good for you
No I wont give it to you for free
A lot of effort has gone into it,cant u see?
Its been fixed with pain,
So what if it doesnt look the same?
Sale!Sale! A broken heart for sale!
Its tested in love game, lost once, never again would it fail!
Do whatever u want, paint it again if u wish so!
Hah! who knows one day it might look like a rainbow?
Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Another Chance
Day by day, and it happened everyday,
"Mirror! Mirror! Show me, how ugly I am, for I have sinned today!”
And he wept, for he couldn’t bear to see his scarred face.
He had grown up to become a man, a man of such a bad case??
Whom would he show, what would he tell his friend??
And God?? Would HE allow this sinful head before HIM to bend??
He was a sinner, for he had defied the laws, he had broken the rules.
What could he say now?? Whom could he speak before that now he was worse than fools, for a fool didn’t know what he did, and he??? Not listened once to what his conscience bid!!
He had tried, but the desire was stronger and his conscience weak,
Attempts were there, but not enough to save the future bleak??
"How weak I am? How down, I've fallen!!
What could I do now, how would I wash, these sins, I had committed for what?? Just for fun???"
“How did they do it??? How strong they were!!
A temptation so strong, yet they don’t stir!!
Guess it was my rebellious nature to put to blame, the desire to be independent, blinding me across the limits of shame!!”
“They were successful, they were happy, a fruit of listening to their conscience, guess they were the real 'intelligent'.
And I?? Fell by one day, regretted rest of the days, wasting time in self-humiliation, trying to be good, yet failed, hell! What did my life meant??
Who am I?? What's my purpose for life?? What I could contribute to them. What had I worth giving??
Years full of sins, a struggling mind, a regretful soul, a life where death was worthier than living!
One day I won over myself, the other day I lost, if I struggled like that, and improved at such a slow pace,
No sooner the Day of Judgment would arrive, and HE!! Would I be able to face?
“I had made him my messiah, yet defied his faith,
I was truthful to myself, that's why lived in pain. Hah! Such was my fate!!
A man of ego, tired of asking forgiveness,
Yet a beggar before Him, begging for a chance, to show Him how strong he had become, a man He could finally bless.
"Don’t shun me!! I'm the black sheep of your family, ",
I spoke to Him", but I'm trying, and one day, I'll do something, to make you feel proud of ME!"
He didn’t say a word, didn’t show a sign,
Guess He was busy with the good souls,
"I would work harder!! I'm bad at just a few roles, I would look forward to the day, when finally the prayers would reach with the signatures of mine!!"
"But HE did listen to me! Didn’t He? For they said He loved his children, and everyone included me!!"
"Hadn’t I improved, hadn’t I achieved some things?? Well, a conscience was alive now, which was dead before, a mind which could hear better, completely truthful to my soul; Hey I'm trying, and didn’t they say that success comprised of first winning battles over small things??"
"Mirror! Mirror! Show me, Show me how much I had to change! Ugly was I , but hey now, I had a goal so strange -- I had been given another chance, a chance to prove that I too was His son, what if I lost so many times, there were still battles to be won!!"
Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma
"Mirror! Mirror! Show me, how ugly I am, for I have sinned today!”
And he wept, for he couldn’t bear to see his scarred face.
He had grown up to become a man, a man of such a bad case??
Whom would he show, what would he tell his friend??
And God?? Would HE allow this sinful head before HIM to bend??
He was a sinner, for he had defied the laws, he had broken the rules.
What could he say now?? Whom could he speak before that now he was worse than fools, for a fool didn’t know what he did, and he??? Not listened once to what his conscience bid!!
He had tried, but the desire was stronger and his conscience weak,
Attempts were there, but not enough to save the future bleak??
"How weak I am? How down, I've fallen!!
What could I do now, how would I wash, these sins, I had committed for what?? Just for fun???"
“How did they do it??? How strong they were!!
A temptation so strong, yet they don’t stir!!
Guess it was my rebellious nature to put to blame, the desire to be independent, blinding me across the limits of shame!!”
“They were successful, they were happy, a fruit of listening to their conscience, guess they were the real 'intelligent'.
And I?? Fell by one day, regretted rest of the days, wasting time in self-humiliation, trying to be good, yet failed, hell! What did my life meant??
Who am I?? What's my purpose for life?? What I could contribute to them. What had I worth giving??
Years full of sins, a struggling mind, a regretful soul, a life where death was worthier than living!
One day I won over myself, the other day I lost, if I struggled like that, and improved at such a slow pace,
No sooner the Day of Judgment would arrive, and HE!! Would I be able to face?
“I had made him my messiah, yet defied his faith,
I was truthful to myself, that's why lived in pain. Hah! Such was my fate!!
A man of ego, tired of asking forgiveness,
Yet a beggar before Him, begging for a chance, to show Him how strong he had become, a man He could finally bless.
"Don’t shun me!! I'm the black sheep of your family, ",
I spoke to Him", but I'm trying, and one day, I'll do something, to make you feel proud of ME!"
He didn’t say a word, didn’t show a sign,
Guess He was busy with the good souls,
"I would work harder!! I'm bad at just a few roles, I would look forward to the day, when finally the prayers would reach with the signatures of mine!!"
"But HE did listen to me! Didn’t He? For they said He loved his children, and everyone included me!!"
"Hadn’t I improved, hadn’t I achieved some things?? Well, a conscience was alive now, which was dead before, a mind which could hear better, completely truthful to my soul; Hey I'm trying, and didn’t they say that success comprised of first winning battles over small things??"
"Mirror! Mirror! Show me, Show me how much I had to change! Ugly was I , but hey now, I had a goal so strange -- I had been given another chance, a chance to prove that I too was His son, what if I lost so many times, there were still battles to be won!!"
Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma
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