Dance in the Rain

One night I dreamed I was wlking along the ساحل سمندر, بیچ with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow یا defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I کہا to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, آپ would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed آپ most, آپ have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when آپ have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.


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-Maiza

His lifeless eyes look into the distant landscape of some new life.
Life that slipped away from his hands,
Joy that faded inside his weighted soul.

And I look at him with grief
Wondering why was his life so painful despite of my prayers.

Oh, I'm afraid to ask who is he talking to in this cruel loneliness
When only wind whispers a melody of sorrow...

His time has gone long ago,
But his eyes of blue ocean look toward a distant view of the unknown life...

Life he lost in so many defeats
Scourged سے طرف کی the waves of restlessness.

Within his eyes of blue ocean I see these scars
That will remain forever in my soul

In deadness

I will sink

Alone

With a picture of a martyr

Who lived his life as if it wasn't his,

A martyr with eyes of deep blue ocean

In which I sank...

The birds tweet
The cats stomp
The cars start to beep
The dragons romp
However, this is on the outside world
The one full of undying mischief

Pens Of Promise
They definitely mean well
They shall never send آپ to the awful hell
Pens Of Promise
Shall they tell آپ your destiny?
Mine is already planned out for me
No one knows
The glee and hope they brought me

Erica's dog has been killed
She grieved, she stood still
All I heard were the petrifying screams
While I was stuck in the endearing grief
But now that I found this pen
I write with it
I can tell chickens from hens
Painting out my life for me
It's all planned out
Don't آپ mortals see?

The ink they share
The lives they dare
No harm can become of you
If آپ follow them, only if آپ do
Can آپ become their leader?
Yes.
This can happen, but only at the rightful best
Because I have tamed these wild best
But they only serve
Me and only me.

I do recall mentioning this:
that of all the sports I have tried
running and jumping hurdles
did not sit well with me.

I simply cannot keep up with you
for your pace quickens after every hurdle
even as they get higher,
آپ seem to pass over with ease.

I really want to keep up but alas
I realized that آپ are stronger than me,
smarter than me, braver than me,
then it was made known to me: I had no chance.

I just want آپ to be happy
and see the smile that first captivated me
the smile آپ make whilst doing what you've wanted,
even if it meant leaving me behind.

Someone once said,
"Success is about moving forward"
while conquering every trial
and learning from them…

I'm happy that you're successful,
I'm happy that you're happy,
I'm happy that we've met,
and it would make me happier if آپ looked back.