Life has a lot to teach,
it's just how open your eyes are
and how far they can reach.

I walked along the shore,
the sea being so rich:
like the Heaven's themselves did pour
buckets of gallons in a ditch.

I walked along,
humming a song
when something - rather someone passed by
and unerringly caught my eye.

While everyone at his limping legs did stare,
with a look of sympathy passing their face,
I bothered least about his pace
or actually - I didnt dare.

Sharp turned his ears
at the sound of prayer,
he limped hurriedly in the sweet smelling air.
Then slowly fumbled onto the grass,
like a stiff unbalanced mass.

As he knelt, his face twitched with pain
but there seemed to be some boon in bane.
For slowly the pain turned to peace
and he began to feel at ease.

I felt ashamed!
for the one we pitied most in the crowd,
was the one who made the Heaven's proud.

I could sense God's love
in the vast sky above,
in the pourring moonlight,
in the darkness of the night
and in every visible sight.

He thus showed us which was God's gift-
the limping moves or the ones more swift.
And me? I've been praying ever since then
and never fail to thank God when
he limps me through the highest mountain
or even the narrowest glen....

your prizm illuminates my soul
with each touch your colors fill me
in everlasting rays of light
standing within in me
you capture my six sense
pulling my inner most thoughts to the surface

new innocence within your grasp
holding my face with your hands
eyes so deep
swallowing my presence
the world is silent
leaning on your love
I never felt so beautiful