AFTER A WHILE

After a while you learn
The subtitle difference between
Holding and chaining a soul
And you learn love doesn't mean learning
And company doesn't always mean security

And begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accepts defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace a man
Not the grief of a child

And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's road is
Too uncertain for plans
And future have a way
Of falling down on mid flight

After a while you learn
That every sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting
For someone to  bring you flowers

And you learn
That you really can endure
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn
With every good bye you learn.

STILL I RISE by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

I HATE LIES

Lies are sometimes better than truth
As sometimes the truth pierce our heart brutally
sometimes the few moments of happiness given by lies
Seems better than the pain given by truth

In spite of millions of try
I was unable to lie to my soul...
Only my heart knows the pain of telling lies
But sometimes it becomes difficult to run away from lies...

Sometimes to bring the smile
On your face becomes more worthy
Than the feeling of being ashamed
For telling lies upon lies.

Sometimes stopping the tears
Falling from your eyes becomes precious
Then telling the truth
Which can only hurt.

Though i was drowned in the ocean of tears
But i can't let u sink in that ocean
Though i hate telling lies still i tell lies
As i can't see tears on your eyes

I KNOW SOMEDAY YOU WILL

Whenever for a nano second my eyes blink

I go back to the old times and think

I’m lost somewhere in the darkness of the past

I realize it could have been better if not the best

I always try run away from the darkness of my past

Whenever I try to your memories catches me legs

Pulling me back to there, where you will always be with me

My heart too loves to be lost to be happy

Your memories are my only enemy

With them in my heart I can never be happy

I am alive in a hope that someday I will meet you

In a hope that someday all my dreams will come true

You never knew the amount of love I have for you

But I got the feel that the little love was also true

I know someday u will come back to me

But I fear till then how I will pretend to be happy

LOVE PHOBIC

i have fear
am trading this thin line between love and hurt
i have this weird feeling in my chest i heard they call it pain
its a shame that i drain my brain of everything i feed with you
i train my brain to gain but i strain
and though am the boss am at a loss
toss and turn by night
top and polls by day
my day is grey shade, tint
black n white pink, no color no feeling no hint
my world colorless, my heart clueless, my brain thoughtless
hopefully i know, i know that
some illicit, possibilities probabilities
but my world needs colors and gold is your color
pick me up and let me fall
gain all and loose one
all for one and one for all
but i do not need all i need just one
and that one is no one but you


by H_ART THE BAND

UNITY IS STRENGTH

 

 

 

 

 

I starred at mankind and sketched my vision

In this World I see million of division

Some in the name of religion

Some in the name of region .

There shouldn’t be this much difference

As god’s love for everyone is immense

Everyone is same, no one is different

And in each and everyone god is present

The more we create difference

The more we degrade our essence

Oneness is the only way to success

Only togetherness can bring happiness.

Every difficulty we can fight

If everyone of us will unite

Every problem can be solved easily

As there is immense strength in unity …..

AFTERNOON OF POETRY

MAKE A DATE

PNEUMONOULTRAMICROSCOPICSILICOVOLCANOCONIOSIS

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my veins,
                                   
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-     
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"

Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways 
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe? 
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health

Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY! 
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch

We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers; 
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, 
Flat-lined my life

This Song Manze

Power of Thanksgiving

And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God, and fell down on his face at his feet, giving him thanks: and he was a Samaritan. And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine? There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger. And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole. Luke 17:15-19 KJV 

The above story shows us the natural tendency/inclination of us human beings -- ungratefulness. Only 1 out of the 10 lepers who were cleansed glorified God and went back to give thanks to Jesus. It seems like an obvious thing to do once someone receives such a big miracle, but to the 9 it wasn’t so. The same is true for us. There’s a time we cried out to the Lord for some things and some miracles just like the lepers, and when they came we moved on very fast, and now are even complaining about the very things we once cried out to God for. The Bible says that unthankfulness is a characteristic of men in the last days (Tim. 3:1-2). Ungratefulness causes our hearts to be darkened and minds unfruitful (Rom. 1:21), besides causing us to miss out on God Himself. Everything God gives and does for us is meant to draw us closer to Him and His heart, and thanksgiving is the way we ensure that no matter what we receive from Him we don’t move further from Him, rather closer. 

When the thankful leper came back to Jesus, He made him whole. The rest were just healed, but this one was made completely whole (received all he was lacking). Truly ungratefulness causes us to miss out on God big time. Since it’s clear that thankfulness is not the natural human tendency, we ought to keep relying on God and His Spirit to help us develop and maintain a thankful heart that always sees and identifies God’s goodness and faithfulness and uses it to draw closer to Him even further. What God does for us or gives us will either draw us closer to Him, or further from Him. Thanksgiving is how we ensure that God's purpose for being good to us prevails in our lives, as we remain close to Him (Rom. 2:4). 

 Reflection: 
How important is thanksgiving to you? Are there some things you cried out to God for that you're not only not being grateful for, but are even complaining about? Allow the Spirit of God to reveal to you what God has done, is doing and will do, and help you develop a thankful heart. Grace and peace to you!