Theblackone

Creation of this world, astonish me.! Was it planned or did it spill out of "he"? Did god arrange, everything in its place? And, how did he set things in it's pace.? Did he work on with every human being? And how did he pull thoughts and strings? Am sure, he didn't sit on with every person he sees. But, he does know when do we sneeze. He created everyone in a way similar. Cleverly, he did put us in front of mirror. He did work on, only a thing called "prespective". It made us see mirror and go active. Things in this world, gets it's nature. Only, when seen by other creature. Curves in life, remain same to everyone. It gets it's curvature, by approach of one.

Chasing the world, in search of pleasure. We spend our life, under pressure. We run for things, which hasnt root. Every time, we loose our boot. We don't realize, importance of things. We let them fly, by giving it wings. We do realize, important of things, Only after, we fall in it's rings. Mist of pleasure, shuts our eyes. We fail to see, what is wise. We oblige our time, in the temporary. We loose things and we loose thee. We fail to know, what is it to be rich. We lost ourself to this witch. She left us back, but took our wit. We have been failing bit by bit. We don't know, what we lost. How to find it in the vast. We do try, to search for answer. But, always we fall for worldly pleasure.

Face did sweat, for the scorching heat. I stood under a tree and it was my sheet. It did protect me, from the sun of noon. I was tempted and I didn't want to move soon. I was with people and spent my hour. They did love me, till they needed my help. After it was done, they turned into sour. They did change. I didn't know what more. Tree did have me and didn't expect any gold! But, people did throw me, and i lost my way. It took time for my heart to get mold. I got to know, this is the world's way.

Situations do take, control of us. We get stuck and we can't mess. It does takes us, by its flow. We have to ride, can't make a show. It does changes, and make us act, To the people, to whom we had made a pact. Intruders come and make a situation, They do hurt us, and we can't find a solution. Some do trespass into our personal, And make it difficult for ourself. They do draw, boundaries around us. And, make us not move, but only wish. Faces of people, they do change. But, it's the situation that takes revenge. We can't blame the people alone, We must move on and forgiveness must be grown.

Scenes were adorable and were enchanting. I was traveling by the window -watching. Trees were green as it was spring. Birds had stretched it's both wing. Farm fields were visible along the road. Seeds of paddy did look like gold. Water from sprinkler, did sprinkle across, Wetting the plants and it did toss. Driver had applied break and it made me to wake, From my sleep and it did give me heart ache. Scenes of plants and it's green, they did fade. Clearing a vision to those which was man-made Lands were barren and they smoked heat. Trees were parched and my dreams did cheat. I Couldn't find things of my dreams in real. And, I still pray,  "Let my dream come real"!

Some do act, straight on your face. And some do say things about you, on your back. It's hard to solve what is what and it's like a maze. We get stuck and not every path we see is our track. People do have, many layers in them. Each having skin, and it is the shield. They hide under leather, and shine like a gem. We fall for their disguise, and die in their field. Coin does have, two faces on them. But, people do have many faces in them. Its a delusion, when we think, "Am I seeing the truth, or did I blink?" Words of people, they do fly! Action of people,they do hurt! Fake people are around us, Chuck the fake as their heart is empty and it's interim. Faces of people, they do change.

Elderly man, sitting in a couch. He was in porch, which was lit by a torch. It was in a stand, and it had a batch. It did say, "The explorer- who has no match" His house was small, and it stood, Among the apartments, which was it's hood. It did have a green lawn, and it wasn't mown. A dog ran down and hunting for those bone. He spent his time, on a map, Map was ticked and it didn't have any gap. He had potted, some of the plants, Which was rare and it was from far. His days were passed, by looking into a picture. He had it by his heart, under his coat fur. It was of a young couple, in their twenties. It said "Thanks for the adventure and do give another, please!"