Makhtub, living life as it comes

Thoughts vary, in all but one mind Running away from deeds, Away from all the minds, In all fairness, due to change, New things will always come around Your mind and your thoughts Our deeds and our actions Understanding actions need not be a criterion Running of a mind indeed is a privilege My thoughts do run, wild at home In parallel or in continuum New - is not the enemy Dearth of new is...!

One light and free No future no past but only the present Akin to nestling in grandmother's lap Listening to stories beyond comprehension Yet, life comes full circle Life comes clean I am but a character in the story Mine or grandmum's Took wings the story did Anandi weaved a web to stay To stay and dream beyond comprehension Yet, life is free and so am I One light and free No future no past only THE present

Tears roll by, One drop after the other One day living in the frigid cold of ignorance The other in the burning out of anger Tears roll by With no rhyme or no reason With more or than to gain They just react and respond the same Tears roll by In a moments notice Stinging tears With no reason or rhythm Tears roll by Yawning or emotionally Stinging tears Living began to end where it began Words fail, Emotions give up Life is not at an end Stinging t ears do remind -- I am alive