plan & purpose

Today i read on a piece of paper that-
"You are created with a Plan and for a Purpose"

will this line can change my life.
i have been asking this to me for a long time.
i always feel that i wont live for long time.
i wish i know that plan and purpose for which i have been created. i dont have the
patience to search it myself.

iam worried of poor people im worried of this world than me.
i miss all those beautiful days. i enjoyed every bit of my childhood
which is troubling me now.
im not able to feel that air.. those silent green trees with whom i used to speak
on their branches i used sleep and study aloud... where are those days
i feel like going back to studying...

when i went to beach with my grandfather... the fun he made with me.. which became very famous within my family........ all those good old days when my grand mother
gives me a sweet after my lunch everyday... all those happy vacations........

no i should not write them down... so that they will be with me till i die.

i wish to born again.. and remain as a blessed child who will never grow ....

Challenging Spirit

Human spirit
How humane is it.

Seeing through misty glass at the world
Wonder where I belong.

In the dark with beautiful dreams
My soul weeps deep inside.

Wonders of the world
Shy of cruel time
Oh David,
Will you fight again
Show me your eyes
Hear my prayer.

When I lived as a heart
I didn’t know I had a dream
When I am alone in the shore
I asked for an angel
He came
He explained me heaven
Wasn’t that an ordinary day.

The blue sky and dark waters
Take me away
Even if I belong here
My soul disagrees
My dreams are disrupted
My mind is empty
I am here.
I don’t belong to this world.

Living in the Day Light

This was a dream. Why?
I wish a lot were there. Why?
Am I crying? Should I?
Why?
Drenched dreams or Thy your plans
How this world came so far, so dry?
So fair is that fair?
Wonder dreams have happened in heaven!
May some day will come
When I understand… Why?

Where do I shall move
Where do I shall go
Nothing so nice
Oh my soul… did you spoil me
I live to exist. Why?
Is that better as a refuge
Will it be better in Gaza!
Oh Man from Zion…
Answer me!
I thought my unasked prayers were answered …
But…!
I know , Thy will shall happen on me
Let my dreams be yours.
Let my wishes be yours.
Let my life be yours.

I say my dreams once
Let me once.
I want Napoleon Bonaparte
I want the nomad
Days with sunshine…
Dreams of voices
Air of ocean
Calm of jungle
Love so pure…which
Asks me do sin!
A kiss with thrill of madness!

When tragedy strucks…
Let me smile… why ?
When power comes…
Let me cry… why?
When I die …
Tell me Who Am I.

Dreams Lost in Deep

Dreams.. are they just imaginary visuals! or just a simple game of a restless mind!
Dreams..that was with us all along in our mothers womb and will be there till our tomb. are they just... Dreams or something more?

Dreams.. i see as visuals what we have seen already.
Dreams.. just dont form from some unknown part of mind or brain.
Are they really what we have seen. i dont have an answer.

if so,did we dreamt when we are inside our mothers womb?

if we dreamt... what did we dreamt about?