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Shoes

Shoes

Hey there, look the sun is out and the day is clear
You are all cozy with your coffee cup in hand
So why do you want to join me on my walk?
The road is long and the path has dust
It may Rain and the weather is a mystery
But its ok, you can come
I see you are not wearing any shoes
Here have mine I am used to walk bare feet
Be careful they look fine
But on soles they have a hole or two
So be cautious as you walk
The path is not smooth has its thorns and stones
Oh! Look your feet are bleeding now
The shoes didn’t save you from the stones in the way
I am sorry the shoes were not any help at all
Through summers, winter’s, storms they served me well
So now they are just worn out a little
But I am content with them
Here let me carry you on my back
Allow me to put back my shoes first
Yes they will not save my soles from bleeding too
But at least they will cover my feet.

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Seed

seed

Once upon a time
There was a man
He found that his heart’s land was barren
Cold winds blew over it in winter
Autumn never seemed to let go
So one day he got a single seed called Hope
And planted it in that land
Heavy rains of Doubt poured down
He was afraid that the ground will move
And he will lose the seed
So he built a boundary of Conviction around it
When strong winds of Worries blew
He sheltered it with the shade of Determination
If Hale of Confusion fell in
He guarded it with the roof of Discipline
The seed began to grow in to a little plant
Then swarms of Fear came
So he sprayed it with the spray of Faith
And then one day the plant finally became a tree
And it gave the fruit called Happiness
And in that fruit there were those same seeds of Hope
Now the man had so many seeds
More than he needed
So he decided to give them to other people
The End

 

Ramblings Unattended

Ramblings Unattended

Sometimes I wonder what you think the moment when you look at the stars
Sometimes I smile just thinking your laugh coming from a thought of an old memory
Sometimes I look at the rainbow and wish you watching it on the other side
Sometimes I imagine the wind I feel on my face passing by your house
Sometimes I feel if it is all just a dream what I feel sometimes
Sometimes I am afraid because I feel nothing
What if you don’t look at the stars because you don’t go out at night?
What if the memories don’t bring a smile and you never think of them
What if you don’t fill colors in your eyes because you don’t like the rain?
What if you keep your windows shut all day afraid of storms
What if these dreams are just illusions created by a wonderful trick?
But,
Sometimes I just sit under the stars at dusk after the rain feeling the wind on my face
And I see the rainbow and say
What if you laughed?