GIVE YOUR EARS...ONCE...

Not very long before, but only just a few weeks ago, I heard from my co-passenger in the bus about a newly established church, near to a place by which I have to pass daily two or more times a day. She was happy to say to her friend that her family had offered a miniature golden cross to the church. And from her words I got the real picture that it was an offering as a sort of thanks giving.

       The question which came to my mind by the next moment was and which is going through my mind even now is that 'does our god ever ask for such a costly golden gift? Is god a power who gets satisfied with what man thinks to be really of cost?'

       The case is a very general one. Though we pretend to be the most modern in thoughts and views, I must clearly say that man is in an evil darkness. He is spiritually not yet grown up....he is a kid, hearing only the words of his siblings, but not of the LORD who created him, the world and everything around him.

        Father never asks money for his child's smile. And the only thing that the father wants is, his son to be always well, in all aspects. What he wants from his child is not money or fame, but only his love for back. And for the LORD whose love is never-ending and unconditional, how can man replace it with a piece of offering?

          Never our god who created us will be happy with our silly offerings. Give your ears....he is calling you...just to say that he has been over treated with such priceless offerings. Give your ears to hear the real words of him. He might be asking you something he really wants. That might be to seat a crying kid, who needs love and care, but no one to, on your lap or it might be to love a mother who has been left by her son, or it might be to give drop of water for the thirsty or food to the hungry, or care for the neglected, or some love left for those who suffer to the most with their life. A word of comfort is enough to hold a paining heart from letting down, a caring look at the eyes of the crying can bring them new hopes.

            Every human is our sibling and none of them should be thrown beside. Like you and me everyone has the right to love and right to be loved. Extend your hands to those who really need it...with a heart of pure thoughts and wishes and ultimately with complete satisfaction and dedication...and there lies the real token of thanks giving to our father... No doubt that he would be happy to see his children living, loving each other.....

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Tears in those small eyes… They are haunting me. It is not the kiddish naughtiness on his face, but just a kind of inertness towards the world around him. He needs neither a toy car to play with nor a kite to fly, but his eyes are in search of caring arms wide open to hold him close, to protect him from the dirty world.

I dunno what his name is, but I feel he needs me. When the tankers move around him firing, I feel, he is calling my name. When the smoke arises burning everything, I feel, he is asking for a hold on his hand to pull him out of the world.

I wish, if I were a bit closer to him..., beyond these distances. but I am afraid if he ask me one question.” why is the world burning itself?"                                  

  Neither you nor I know the answer even if we pretend to know everything. What is man then at all, if he is unable to find the solution for some query that he creates? Then why does the world not changing? Isn’t it our duty to care for those budding minds? Then why aren’t we thinking of them?

  You are not well strong to face such questions ever, for those questions are gonna be much stronger hereafter... answer not to the kids, but to yourself…those tears are gonna really burn you... BEWARE!!!

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why the world so!!!!!

The world crying here and there...
tears everywhere,
the weaps of hearts remain still unheard,
their pain still unseen,
and the man still afer power,
which is of vain.

why the world is so?
why cant they realise the real power?
The real power is only of that kind heart,
the heart which loves you and me.
the power which is the ultimate,
the power which is there everywhere,
in the tears of the needy,
and in the cries of the paining souls,
when is the world gonna realise it?

the power is there in the smiles of kids and in mothers' lap;
in the blowing breeze and blooming rose,
in the chilling moon and the burning sun,
in the black coal and the shining dews,
but,fate!!;the world stil acts so blind.

piercing the nature's bossom,
wounding every mother's heart,
the man fights and goes on fighting,
for a power,just to rule his siblings,
just to make their tears flow,
and finds his victory in those burning tears.

its the time for us to wake up,
lets hold our hands together
wipe the tears,
spread smiles,
lets give our hand to the fallen ones,
to pick them up to the world of love and care..
arise, awake and be late no more..

lets build a world of tommorow,
the world of smiles and peace,
lets bring the heaven down to the earth,
and let our god smile for us...