the night

as the night passes minute by minute, moon travels to the other end and the static of the clock becomes almost demonic , the mind starts weighing the givens to it. thankful it is to thee who cooked it, but garnished his wit with woes of a different kind. innovating newer ways to pinch the seeking soul with needles of matter to yet again bring it down to the sombre morning sans hope and desire-filled, and then the cycle again. and then the cycle again to a different height another contour, an untouched land of another night singing songs of Him to get shattered yet again by the shudder of matter. as she lay waiting for him to touch her with his gentle, soft palm, little had she known it was not to last. that pushed she would be, again to the whirlpools of her material backrests. travelling the world looking at the same story endlessly on numerous faces, it has become clearer that IT is not to be, it was never intended to be by a higher power. Groups of them teeming with hope of a lower kind, selling their most prized posession to desires seemingly eternal. failing Him yet again compelling Him to send another saviour , another staged life.

Lets not let this night fade away only to lead to a sad dawn , live it up inside rather than outside, transcend all mental high to a higher high than the highest 'mental' high. capture it in your mind forever to live it at will, use it to your good. Spread humility. and lets fade away to merge into the ONE.