Food for SOUL

May 14, 2009

Stays in my head

Lips try to say it

Whistling along is what I do;

Will get you to move

Move your head or your hip

You will fall for it,

Words along put some sense

Without which is also good;

Anything makes it-

Everyone likes it to be

Served differently,

Tears pour or the faces grin

When it is right into our ears,

Life without this

Would seem to be dumb

Makes us deaf:

Don’t hear

Listen

Few call it waves

Others Music

But My Soul eats it

GODma

May 3, 2009

God?How many of have discovered Him?But does he actually exist.In some ways all of do believe in His existence.

Athiests who don’t belive in Him,to disprove His existence have to intially belive in Him and only after unsatisfactory analysis choose to “ignore” His presence but this doesn’t account to not believing in His presence.

So now considering all of us know about His presence,we should even try to know what He actually is.

According to  me,GOD is a step ahead of being good.If you saw a statue of any Hindu diety,it shows the Lord being in perfect physical shape,smiling implying on how happy He is and decorated in beautiful attire.

And we just go to temple to get some peace where we cannot find else where.Well the meaning lies right there.We need to go to a Temple to remind us how Godly we have to be.We have to learn to maintain health,stay happy in all times,lead a beautiful life and then when we have done all of that the Temple is the environment around me in which I live.We are GODs of our own lives.

So the next question is:Why would we need GOD if I were to be Him eventually?

God is one who sets those Standards.He is to lead us into us discovering Him.Without Him we wouldn’t know how to find Him in us.Without Him,we wouldn’t know what is evil or good.He is to enchance ur good to GOD.

If you are Good you can be GOD too.

He got GAME

May 3, 2009

Once was a Man

Failure was the path he walked for long

But with that powerful mind he could run

Ran so far and swift and then he got,

The taste of that sweet fruit he desired to have

Fruit from whose seeds he got more

Trees of success he owned now

Happiest of all he was

Time flew trees grew

Restless he got,

Happiness seemed to leave just like time

Wanting to relive his old days

He cut down all his trees

And no one knew

Glad he was again

Old days were back again

But this time he knew how to do it all

He knew the game

He got the game

Grew his trees back

Happy enough to wither away along their side