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The Saviour Is Waiting

Those who wait upon the Lord 
Shall not go empty handed
Those who stay in the Lord
Will not go astray
Those who pray with the Lord
Will with his holy angels be
Those who love the Lord
Will his godly children be.
For the repentant sinner he waits
On the door post sighing, crying
Waiting for his lost children to return
A new relationship with him to begin
Creation where have you reached he says
You have all turned into self absorbed narcissists.
With your endless selfies and  messages 
Going round and round the world in whats app.

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Beauty and the Beast

Two lovely eyes peered out of the dark at me
Stranger why are you hiding in that cave said she
The world would shriek if they were to see me 
I am a cursed beast that sprung up out of the tumultuous sea

Lovely eyes please don’t stare at me
Your beauty makes me hide my face in shame
Don’t worry beast my kiss will take away your pain

Lovely eyes your kiss has set me free.
But God Lo! what have I done!
My shadow has fallen upon your being!

Now  does’nt that sound like the story of calvary?
The innocent lamb and humanity?

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Where Has My Saviour Gone

Darkness has enveloped the earth
Men stagger like drunkards and lean on each other
For they have rejected the Light and accepted the Philosophy of the World
But the Righteous are sheltered under His Wings
He guides them by their heart and they have nothing to fear
For their Salvation is at hand.

He is ever watching over me
Every thought he knows before I can do the deed
He corrects, holds me, calls me out
Before its too late or before I can fall.
Oh I love this God of mine
Call out to Him when there is still time.

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Hate defined

Heart 
Abused
Trust
Evaporated

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Run Away

I want to run away
To a place where I belong
The tinsel town and dazzling lights
Have left my heart forlorn.

Like maggot that feed upon the flesh
They have fed upon my soul
Left none to waste
They carved out my woe-begotten dole

They chase me in my car
The paparazzi and media
I know not why I chose to be
This well sought out diva

I have a bed of gold
And food fit for a king
But I cannot sleep a wink
Or eat a single thing

The child in my heart
Painfully craves to be set free
Dark shadows now enclosing
The price was paid by me

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Love Defined

L- Love
O- Overrules
V- Virtually
E- Everything

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A Paradox of Life

Three D’s of life are dreams, desires, and death
If you have the first, the second will come running and 
the third will be on your doorstep
Dreams stir up desire and too many desires leads to death of soul
So is it better to dream of life or have a life of dreams ?
To die of desire or to let desires die?
Seems much to me like a paradox of life

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The Carnival

And the revelers move in a parade
Belly dancers, clowns and people with masks
Ending with music, food and dance
This a preparation for the arrival of LENT
What kind of repentance is this ??
Parading your sins before the world ??
We have it in Goa and little clubs in Mumbai
I retreat into my silent zone. 
Leo Tolstoy your words to me are like gold.

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Blood Is Thicker Than Water

My childhood friend, my blood brother
We did a lot of fun things together
Playing carom, table tennis and skating
You were the dull school boy
My eyes were always pained 
To see you struggle through school
The painting on the wall of the little boy in tears
Always reminded me of you
And so I kept a close watch 
To give your dull mind a spark 
Now and then teaching you, stoking your inner fire
What a fine eagle you turned out 
Life’s battle you have won
Whereas I have lost one and all
We have now parted ways
You are now  wrapped up with another
And I in my lonely mansion with father and mother.

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Being Indian

Indian Colours vibrant and full of life
In stark contrast to dusky skin of Indian woman
Showing off boldly their resilience in the face of hardship
Amidst the poverty, stench and harsh weather
Amidst the wife battering, abuse and child labour
A gaudy picture against  a rustic life