Makhtub, living life as it comes

A thought Beginning to grow Changing lives and circumstances Destiny aligned to lead beyond and yonder, Eternity is but a word For the hearts running our lives are many... Generic thoughts fail to express the magnanimity Hormonic are the leanings of the heart, Idiotic are its whims.... Jostling for space are thoughts and wishes Keeping them within or without Living is not a chore, Many are the meanings attached living life, Numbered are the ways you live it out, Only one thing decides how you live out life. Perhaps its divinity or pure love, Questioning is easy, answers but even more evident

A little bit of thought.. A lot of intuition Moments are many Thoughts are few.. A little bit of thought A lot of intuition Expressions are few Results are but many... A little bit of thought A lot of emotions,trusted are a few, A few too many are what are known. Thoughts of souls may be many, results a few....

Guilty, for all the actions, Done in hate and in anger, Guilty, for all the bad examples set, And for those misled, Guilty, for actions fine for justice, Leading to nowhere but misfortunes Guilt may remain and grow forever, For actions speak louder than words, Actions of the heart are but tributes to its strength,, Weakness or guilt have but to find no souls to inhibit...

Actions speak louder than words, Actions done consciously or sub~ consciously, Acknowledged are souls, Apart from the traits of its human shell Blessed are a few souls, To relive moments after moments, Beginning to believe of but a thought, Basic yet complex do the thoughts compound Beckoning to the merging of souls unbound

A thousands words, Spoken, blabbered and uttered incoherent, A word here, a sentence there Sense made away to be a thing of the past.. A thousand words, Spoken, cluttered with messages Plays with the mind does the mind, Irrelevant remain do they until the dawn revealed... A thousands words, Unspoken, Unkept and uncorrupted, Remain these in the heart For a thought not cared for is worth not told across....in a thousands words

Thoughts, varied with prospects, Drive dreams full of foolishness, What is there but all told, Finding open secrets are all that is untold In plain sight do these thoughts remain, Secrets that which are obvious, So beautifully do they change lives, The living is done without chances, Wisdom is what been told forever, To hear them is what we failed to discover..

A thought possessed Beginning to play tricks within Conscience goes for a toss Demeanor is but changed... Every emotion purged within For anger built up Gives way to more anger Having lost the senses for judgment Intents are limited to being vile and arrogant Just and unjust are rules defined by man Keeping it to God is not simple...