I found God in the hands
that helped a boy stand up.
That is the proof of care;
Who says God isn’t there?
I found God in the legs
that walked along with a blind man.
That is the proof of humanity;
Who says there is no deity?
I found God in the mouth
that spoke truth to everybody.
That is the proof of honesty;
With God, don’t be hasty!
I found God in the heart
that was compassionate to all.
That is the proof of love;
Who says God doesn’t live above?
I found God in the eyes
that looked at everyone as equals.
That is the proof of justice;
God is where trust is!
I found God in the mind
that thought of uplifting the needy.
That is the proof of thoughtfulness;
God lives in the hands that bless!
I found God in the prayers
of a heartbroken mother.
That is the proof of God;
That is where I found God!
– Inscribed By,
I saw a dream, and now it’s gone!
In a land so near yet so far,
with unrest as well as utmost peace,
starts from my brain and sitting in a car,
I travel to the farthest galaxies.
Lying down yet running very fast,
I hide and gallop from my fears.
Feeling tired, I change my track at last
and enter a party, just to say ‘Cheers!’
I dance and dance and play around
with friends and family and lots of strangers.
The next moment, I know, I’m bound
to face happiness and well as some dangers.
Episodes continue without listening to me.
I try to remember what a friend just told
so that I would tell him or her exactly
how yesternight the story did unfold!
I hear a voice – faint and low,
slowly open my eyes and start to yawn.
I remember nothing, just the fact though
that it was a dream and now it’s gone.
I’ve been dreaming a lot. Let me come out of my dreams with a dreamy article.
How many times have I fallen asleep? How many times have I dreamt? I have lost count by now. Some dreams have brought a smile on to my face while some have been nightmarish. Some dreams I could recollect and some I couldn’t. Some dreams I shared with others while some I didn’t. But there have been some dreams that have etched onto my brain as a part of my life. I love to call them my daydreams.
I have always dreamt of becoming a great, inspirational, and knowledgeable person. I have dreamt of helping people become great and rich – in virtues, knowledge, and morale. I have dreamt of people loving each other as if there were no borders, cultures, races, religions, or genders. I have always had this dream that one day all the people of the world will come together and say, “Enough is enough. We just want peace and nothing more.” I dream, dream, and keep on dreaming of a future so bright that even our great grandchildren would be able to dream of beautiful things that the world has to offer. I am still dreaming as I type every single character in this keyboard and see my thoughts getting printed on this white digital sheet of paper.
I know that dreams are temporary. I understand that not all dreams come true. But I believe that dreams have the power to change us and the environment around us. So, why stop dreaming? Still, I know that it requires a lot of dreamers like me to see a change in this world. I can see that it isn’t easy to change the world; rather it is very difficult as people these days have already immersed themselves into the race for money, pride, fame, and lust. Yet, I have been dreaming. I can’t stop dreaming. I won’t stop dreaming.
That’s why I have been dreaming about that time when my dream will come true. Peace.
– Inscribed By,
(23. 01. 2017)
The first thing that comes on my mind when I think about clouds is the fluffy, soft, white thing on the sky that looks like a pillow made up of lots of intersecting circles. I hope it is the same with most of us.
Don’t get confused with the CLOUD from Cloud Computing. This article isn’t about that cloud but the natural one.
A cloud is, perhaps, one of the words in English that doesn’t express what it is thought of to be! If it was a soft, white pillow, it should have been a positive word- right? But wait, what does a ‘cloud’ signify? Bad thoughts, negative emotions, and so on. So, when we say, “Such a clouded consciousness”, it means that our emotional and intelligence capabilities are hindered. Certainly, a ‘cloud’ doesn’t seem to be a positive word even though it looks so beautiful in the sky. We have a reason to defend it – the rain. The cloud, however fluffy and beatific it may look, always carries rain with it. Obviously, rain (eventually water) is one of the most important elements of our universe. But, the English language doesn’t think so! In romantic terms, rain falling from a cloud is analogous to tears falling from someone’s eyes. Maybe, that’s why the English language adopted ‘cloud’ as a negative word.
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