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Skies, sun and you.

​I can see the sun you carry in your pocket for me. You try to hide it for a time, but it peeps back and lights my entire world. 

And our limitless love, shines across the million skies and calls for me.

Here I come, spiraling through the shadows, to clasp the beam of your soul. And then we dive together into the infinity of dreams and cosmos. 

Sunsets. Eclipses.

Endings can be beautiful too.

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Stairs to the moon

When you help them build stairs to the moon,
And you think you all are going together and reach up soon.
But you forget one important thing,
The wooden staircase could take only one person at a time.

So they climb up, leaving you behind.

You thought we’ll all stand together, once we reach.
But a lesson did they teach?

But momma said always help people, be kind and generous,
Don’t say I, but worry about the  ‘Us’.
But momma didn’t know that people no longer care,
They get what what they want, and do not do fair.
They forget your help or the days they needed you,
The one who made the stairs and was left behind by you.

I laugh in despair, that momma when they had reached up,
At least they didn’t break the stairs,
I should have believed they never cared.

But momma you never told me that I had to be little selfish,
All I did was share and share until things got finished.

I should have kept some things for myself in this world,
Days after days things got more swirled.
I got infuriated by all this muddle,
I was left alone, with no one to cuddle.

I cried, I shouted, I screamed.
For God, what bad have I done,
that I could not get to my dream.

I vowed to not help people anymore,
Not be kind or generous, or helping a sore.
I saw the world through a broken glass,
I was drawing myself away from the mean class.

But deep in my heart, I believed,
That the one who’s the strongest, and kindest,
Then success, happiness all you achieve!
I knew how to build those stairs, so I did it again,
I learnt from experience, I grew from that pain.

I reached even higher than they can imagine ever,
And they were back in news telling me clever.
Oh fools, I thought, what have you done,
You never knew there’s a difference between a planet and the sun!

But one thing all we must learn from now,
Look for real people, because it’s a fake town.
Share only with those who’re worthy of that gift,
The people, who are there and never split.

And you need to give yourself, is your help first,
So that you climb up the moon, with the stairs you trust.

Be kind, sincere and fearless,
Because you’re special, and you’re no less!

 

Hey guys, I’ve written this poem on my personal experience, it’s straight from the heart, and it’s my present story, if you liked it,share and help spread the word, thanks!

Which one’s your door?

Here’s a story to take you to two doors, you can only choose one and only choose once. Choose wisely. 

In a mother’s womb were two babies.
One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replies, “why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.

“Nonsense,” says the other. “There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?” “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths.”

The other says, “This is absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too short.”
“I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here.” the other replies, “No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery it is nothing but darkness and anxiety and it takes us nowhere.”

“Well, I don’t know,” says the other, “but certainly we will see mother and she will take care of us.”

“Mother??” You believe in mother? Where is she now? “She is all around us. It is in her that we live. Without her there would not be this world.”
“I don’t see her, so it’s only logical that she doesn’t exist.”
To which the other replied, “sometimes when you’re in silence you can hear her, you can perceive her.”I believe there is a reality after delivery and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality.

via Ben at DOP – The Door Of Perception

This is a great analogy if those who don’t believe in the afterlife are complete fools and know so very little about what really exists outside this reality of ours.
Every breath you take, is proof of creator.
Every flower, animal and tree, is creator born.
You would not be alive without the creator’s breath of life.

And I don’t believe in life after death. Only because I don’t believe in death. I believe life is eternal and the only thing that dies is your physical form. We are only visitors in this realm.

“You do not have a soul.  You are a soul.  You have a body.” – George MacDonald

It’s all about faith. What you believe in, whether in science or religion, faith is all what matters. Found your door?
Share and help others to find theirs.