I am worried
I am in despair
I am tensed
I am in low spirits
My song sounded melancholic
My thought turned pessimistic
My emotion became lifeless
My life seemed purposeless
My heart lost its rhythm
Cold shivers rippled my blood
My pulse missed its beat
Vacuum nested every nerve of my head.
I started my journey from somewhere to reach nowhere
I found myself toiling in the sands of dreary nightmare
I continued my cruise on the shoreless ocean
Searching for a home in an unknown destination
Life seemed to be a battlefield and I transformed into a weaponless warrior
Fighting with an unknown enemy for a mysterious reason
Tears were racing with the valley of blood
Anguish supplanted the graveness of a flash flood
Having fed with very little hope of survival
I gravely waited for the life's arrival.
Sailing unchaperoned in the gigantic world,
I realised that life is a personalized game and the triumph embosoms the unflinching souls.
When I'm down in the dumps
And up against a wall
Oh God, from afar hear,
To Thee, draw me near!
When I'm in low spirits
Running high and dry
Oh God, Look down on me,
Lift me up to Thee!
When things get out of hand
And I'm shot in the legs
Oh God, take control,
Let me Thy name extol!
When I'm too close to tears
Beyond any comfort
Oh God, hear my cry,
On Thee, do I rely!
When I step into a miry path
And out of Your chosen way
Oh God, shine Thy light,
Give me Thy foresight!
When temptations make me fall
And unto Thee I call,
Oh God, have mercy on me,
And wash my sins off me!
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17.11.16
My heart is like a red, gorgeous rose.
It grows still in the glowing sun.
It's like a newborn child or son.
My heart is as lonely as a lake.
But, there is no mistaking.
That my heart was breaking.
Maybe I’m in low spirits for humanity.
Possibly, escape is no calamity.
Escape from cruel reality.
Now, that's a possibility.
That opens up the doors of opportunity.
Open up and it can make us truly free.
There’s no denying that our lives were close at stake.
My spirit within me begins to break.
It’s as if the sun’s shining another direction.
It shows behind clouds of gray affection.
My heart is far greater than poetry and prose.
Once, in a certain ship that sailed
Storage of drinking water failed
Tossed on the salty sea so deep
Perplexed, the captain did never sleep
Filled with fear, he sent SOS message
To nearby ships expecting salvage
“Lower your buckets where you are”
‘The good word’ came from afar
Although the SOS sounded strange
He ordered, ‘collect water in this range’
The water so collected tasted good
Hearts abroad, rejoiced over that news so good
The sailor knew that a brook there did flow
With good waters to make the weary glow
The anxiety disappeared like mist
That’s touched by the sun’s fist
Extinguished faces lit up
Those in low spirits were lifted up
Today, examine do you like that sailor somewhere
Have a good word for someone you care?
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