The question which often appears in my mind when I am melancholy and has haunted my psycho perpetually is What am I? what shape would I be framed when judged by my own self with an even hand .
Yes ..I am a gentle drop of rain showered from sky to this large ocean created by god. A little , delicate drop totally unaware of its destinty ,its identity its motto and its destination .Though thousand drops of rain fall in this world yet few have a chance to enter a shell and through several processes of metamorphoses change to a pearl ..I wish I am one of those lucky drops.
At times I feel I am newly winged bird peeping through her innocent eyes the large sky .She is ready to fly but is totally unware of the dangers she faces in the sky and keep wondering what they are.So do I. Also, I am full of energy ready to show world that letter 'F' of 'fraility' and that of 'Female' does not mean the same.To a person of my sort everything has a definite reason .why 2+2 always 4 not 5 or so?
At times I flounder to think that life goes like the sand particles ,when being dropped from a height always blow in the direction wind carries it.No matter how hard we try there is some supernatural power which can restrict us whenever IT wants .Arent we not merely lumps of clay which may be moulded any way HE likes.
But before HE does so I pray, let my all hidden potentials not unwatched go ..let me serve a meaningful life...or atleast let me serve the purpose for which I am here before I am called up back to pavallion.
Yes ..I am a gentle drop of rain showered from sky to this large ocean created by god. A little , delicate drop totally unaware of its destinty ,its identity its motto and its destination .Though thousand drops of rain fall in this world yet few have a chance to enter a shell and through several processes of metamorphoses change to a pearl ..I wish I am one of those lucky drops.
At times I feel I am newly winged bird peeping through her innocent eyes the large sky .She is ready to fly but is totally unware of the dangers she faces in the sky and keep wondering what they are.So do I. Also, I am full of energy ready to show world that letter 'F' of 'fraility' and that of 'Female' does not mean the same.To a person of my sort everything has a definite reason .why 2+2 always 4 not 5 or so?
At times I flounder to think that life goes like the sand particles ,when being dropped from a height always blow in the direction wind carries it.No matter how hard we try there is some supernatural power which can restrict us whenever IT wants .Arent we not merely lumps of clay which may be moulded any way HE likes.
But before HE does so I pray, let my all hidden potentials not unwatched go ..let me serve a meaningful life...or atleast let me serve the purpose for which I am here before I am called up back to pavallion.
