Air and sand
Sand and air
What else is life
But a palette to display thy flair
To pull some strings, to form new layers
To give a new shape, to bring new players
Like the shifting shapes in sand
Thou mould our lives, sometimes pleasing
The roads of rose or thorns’ paving
The whims and fantasies and the cravings
Which of these is forever?
Is there a writing sans an eraser?
Little do we know less can we say
Listen to the sand if you may
A blow of sand, a stroke of hand
Is all it takes to mar the planned
Every moment lives on its own
The very next could be when the wind is blown
What are winds…but the hands of thou
A moment of fire, a moment of thirst
The winds strike and the clouds burst
Such is life…such is the lord
Teachings of the sand, if strike a chord
What is anxiety what is fear?
Trust thy master trust his hands
When all is momentary
Then why be sad and why shed a tear?
Shifting Shapes..Changing Lives
Uncertainty is all it implies
Distrust or doubt you never must
As God is fair and He is just
In times of heat and paths too narrow
He broadens the way and blesses with shadow
For all his arts and playful zests
He alone knows what is the best
The real rules lie behind the drapes
And all we see are Shifting shapes!