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Time

TIME

Not of this time
Time is not spelt in me
Before & Ahead
Beyond Time
Time Is Me \

©Sherin 2014

My Path

My biggest gain
Will be my loss
My help and strength
Will be my pain

I trust His plan
Just dont know how
I ll walk the path
He leads me on

The path I tread
Just don’t know how
Will lead me home
Somewhere somehow 

©Sherin 2014

And now I KNOW

Now I KNOW.
That life is not him.

Now I know I was not wrong.
Now I know love lives.

Somewhere inside.
Somewhere hidden.

Now I know I’ll still wait,
for that moment when
the thread unravels.

©Sherin 2014

GOD LOVES…

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in HIM should not perish but shall have everlasting Life!

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in HIM should not perish but shall have everlasting Life!

My picture, My identity

 

Some minutes ago, a friend asked me why I had changed my profile pic(ture) on Google.
I stopped to think and answer and words flowed on…

“Enough of faces…Enough of masks…
  Enough of telling the world “THIS IS ME!”
  Now I pause , now I gaze.
  Now I simply see things clear!!”

Words and Deeds

       “By the words they say
        And the deeds  they do
        They seem so different,
        They seem so two.
Truly feel confused and left out when people,all kinds and everywhere, put on the mask of duplicity. It hurts when one’s naive trust is so abused and trampled on. Oh no, not for me are the grave misdeeds but rather the tiny breaks n cracks that amount to a lot.

It feels worse when its people who you have gradually become close to. I naively believe, as a first reaction, that “what I see is what I get”, Though the fact or reality is to the contrary. People say something  but they rarely mean it literally. it breaks my heart so. Though I practically n intellectually know that I should just let it be. This is the the world, this is life (no matter who the people are- friends or “believers”)
Nay, I am not saying I am the best or that I have no mask, I have. Many masks. Its just that time and again  I tire and grow weary of it. Though this I will say to my defense that I wear my masks to protect me. I wish I didn’t have to. I so wish I was born into a world of love and trust.

It Matters…

It Matters...

It Matters… A heart felt poem…

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