Friday, October 9, 2009




If it rained and there was no slush
If I could climb on the tallest mountain and not be petrified
If I could talk in crowds and not be nervous
If I dint have to search for a job and it found me
If I could travel all over the world
If I could sleep on the grass
If I could have a tiger as a pet
If I could run and not get tiered
If I could eat choicest food and not put on weight
If I owned a Ferrari
If I lived on a traffic free zone
If I lived in a castle
If I was a princess
If I married the perfect man
If I could fly
If I could ride a horse
If I was a star
If I dint have to tidy my room
If I dint fear reptiles
If I dint have to visit the dentist
If surprises were always pleasant
If there was no sorrow
If there was no sickness
If there were only good people
If there was good and no evil
If there was joy and no struggle
If there was power and no pain
If there was no crime
If all battles were peaceful
If there was no hunger
If storms were calm
If games dint have a finish
If there was no age
If I dreamt and had no nightmares
If I aimed and was always a conqueror
If nothing would ever drown me
If no one could ever harm me
If nothing was difficult
If wonderful things dint stop
If marvelous moments froze
If arrows dint have arrow heads
If there light and no darkness
If time dint fly
If there was no death
If I cud get all I wished for
If memories were always beautiful
If no one was poor or rich
If no one was greater or lesser
If every day was happy
If there were no worries
But if all is as it should be
Still all things are possible through Him
Let the weak say I’m strong
Let the poor say I’m rich
Let the blind say I can see
Because of what He’s done for me
But "If "stands still it’s just a pretence, but if … the powerful yet powerless metaphor leaves a vector of confusion and a note of insanity, it haunts us with the precedent reminiscence and leaves us bashed by its current tense.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009



CHOICES

Some still moments are meant to be serene but it’s not .We are actually on a highway, how ironic!!! The tempo is spiced with millions of choices which out number the branches on the sycamore tree and each single choice happens to be valuable it determines if we are closer or farer from our destiny? but where is our destiny if search we’ll get lost if we find it we know its not the one but there is firm line between right and wrong but we live in a shallow world where right seems wrong and wrong seems right . . . the answer lies in each step of this high tension wire we walk on hoping we won’t slip.
Hey wait what if we land on Z- edge!!! There’s no fate its only grace He gives discretion I’m so blessed I don’t the way but I know the Waymaker