Tomorrow Will Come

Tomorrow, the Sun will rise.

Yes, the Sun of my Soul will rise again.

Like the Phoenix from the ashes, the soul will be mine.

The heart will sing again, with pure love in my arms, love of God.

Happiness and bliss in my heart, I'll carry on my handiwork. God's Handiwork.

Tomorrow will come.

Happiness

Happiness is something tangibly intangible. It is not and never two steps away. It is within yourself, your soul.

Never search for happiness, it is in your heart. That's what I've learnt. If your heart is not heavy, true to itself and every other heart, it will be in bliss.

What is that we call-- laughing aloud? Is laughing out loud a contributer to happiness...

No, I don't think so. You do yoga in which they say you forget everything at 5 a.m. in the morning, go out under the rising Sun, and laugh out loud, feeling no sadness, no pain. That is happiness.

However, once when we crack jokes on each other, we satisfy our ego, and feel we have achieved over something. That satisfies our momentary ego, which is not going to last forever, and is even not happiness in true sense, for it carries negative vibes.

Happiness is like a butterfly, we all say. Yes, it is. If we are flowers. Then, it is for us.

Lost in Love... A Biography

This ARTICLE is based on true experiences and direct observations. There is however no direct reference, and some things have been tailor made, for convenience. Kindly forgive if it hurts someone. It hurts to lose Love. It pains a lot. It hurts, and will always hurt.

Is it better to cry over deceit once, throughout life, or forgive and start afresh a life of togetherness, happiness? Forgiveness is not there until both are established in self. Established in God. It's the decision that matters, and love with no God, takes the decision to cry. Perhaps, that's one of God's way of implementing Law of Karma, If HE and HIS VIRTUES aren't there, then there is always the Satan that comes hell-bent on destruction, and God lets him loose to burn the hearts, forgetful of His Grace, unto their karmas.

Life's not a movie. It is a bed of roses, but little do we know that roses have thorns, until they hurt us badly. Love's bed of those roses, seduce you to lie down on it, with the fragrance of delight, and when you lie down on it, it betrays killing you dead.

It is heaven when you first meet your Love of Life, and when it comes to betrayal by both sides and breaking apart with no forgiveness, and blaming each other, it really hurts. And hurts quietly, silently, like a venom of snake's bite delivered by an asp, an intolerable burning sensation, that your whole body and heart feels, as your soul is drenched of it's life, and your eyes are veiled with the curtains of magic, magically that you were mesmerized on first seeing your Love. The curtain burns, Truth Hurts deeply, kills heart, to know that your future is devastated, happiness dead.

Perhaps, Love is pain gain, happiness to lose.

The God is your True Love. Everyone will leave you at one point or another. Life's irony lies in the fact that God has given us senses and hearts, that seek out companionship, meaningful or time-pass, true or betrayal, but still we seek, knowing that nobody is going to be present, or can be present throughout our lives. We live alone, die alone, but we must work for others selflessly. That is true love, Love of God. Love gives selflessly, never asks. Love is God. And God is Love. Selfless, pure, innocent. Divine, giving always. To meditate and trust, understand and be at peace with one's self. Established in Self, One becomes God's Love. One becomes Love. Becomes God.

Reaching New Heights

A way i see
to the road
to believe
in myself, aboard

i will survive
through hell,
or evil hive,
where it may dwell

i need love
got it, absolute,
from above
Lord playing his flute

The veil
covers faces
so deadly pale
words, actions switching places

never again
will i fall
into the pain
by the Fool's call

i have to breathe
easy and new
into the heath
of God's view

i will soar
under Divine Lights
and roar
Reaching New Heights

Feelings Inside

the world treated me
as nothing i existed as
the lovei had
lost, because i wasn't perfect

never saw of what i did
wrong or right,
i did with perfection
gave pain, love

everything i did
did it in a manner
when it touches the most
when it kills the most

called a player
player i am with the truth
the truth of time
the truth of eternity

i follow the rights
rights that'l live by eternity
words that cry
cry out the truth

for no pain, no gain
the pain i gave u
to make u out of the world
the perfect

u took it, became wise
and looked down at me
as if i am
one of the world

hope u'l realize where i am
the out of the world
where, to get there
one has to go through everything..

everything, good and bad
i perfectly gave you
betrayal, love, pain, bliss
Perfection taught

now, the time's come to unite, kill the feelings
wrong to me, which are outside, we are
one, both togeder, one, out of the world!
we are togeder, bring out FEELINGS INSIDE..

Chapter One : Noelle Cage's Daughter: Part Two

Angela was born in the streets of Calcutta. She was born as a Child of God on the streets of the poor. Her parents , which already had six kids, had thought it to be a boy. And when her mother delivered, TO their utter dissapointment found it to be a girl. They went to Missionaries of Charity and left her there, without a feeling.

She was raised without love. How could she ever get it? A child living, growing amongst strangers would never have the same love as when she grows up in her family.

She knew what love is, and when she grew up, she herself served selflessly with love, all the abandoned children. It's so strange a rule of thumb that one who loses or never gets, realize the importance of it in life! the others just take for granted.

As a child she never got any toys to play, or got toffee once a year, on Manu's Birthday. But, that also didnt last, since, he died at the age of ten due to cancer.

Every Saturday, with her money she used to bring toffees for the children at the Missionary.

When she was twenty six, she got transfered to Austria.

My Penury

penury of the psyche
feeding like a herbivorous
chewing up my mind
you are keeping the deeds

keeping it like a hermetic chronicler
proportionate to the prevailing hypocrisy
the tracts of malfunctioning in life
you paint it a reclusive montage

auxiliary to the contentious arguments
impoverishing me exorbitantly
the connive to perish me
you play games like a peripatetic

ample pulp of betrayal
incorporates with your squandering me
innate, like a chronic disease
you machinate the jurisprudences

feign to even produce a brochure
of truth, you denied
proven me guilty of life: You...
you condemn me now to my Penury.

Today

tomorrow dies
today is born
yesterday what happens
i cried

today, i am not
going to cry
for i have tried

to wipe the fears
to erase these tears
to search for truth
to search for life...

i believe now
now, in me
i am the truth
the life lives inside

the happiness
i've found
i promise to you
will never be lost

the paradise found
will be with me
with or without You
oh, God! with or Without You

Today's metamorphosing
the cocoon, here i break
to see the Light
the Light Anew

The Light of Eternity
established in Self.
the Self that is ME
You'll see, God, you'll see!

the fight to breathe
here i win
i win, Oh God,
See my victory

Over the paths crossed, you laid
i'll never get defeated, entangled:
for you made me
in your eyes : The Truth

the truth i find
Today, i Live
Live my life
Life's bliss: Today !