Earthenware

So keen to try,
I handle life with pride
Until one day it slips
Between my hands
And crashes down
Around me.
Shattered
I wait for God
To cry, and shout,
"I told you so!"
Instead He stoops
To where I fall
And, picking up
The broken parts,
He says, "Don't cry.
It's only earthenware,
That's all."


[This poem was written by Alma Balmer. I found it in the notice board outside the Church.I liked it so I thought I'd put it up]

The Road

The road spreads out before me,
Like the all engulfing unknown sea
Before Columbus.

The moonlight spreads a silver sheet.
My hopes and dreams under my feet
Crash to a thousand pieces.

Monsters tell me I’m dead, they call me again.
But I still feel the hot blood running through my vein
Into my confused brain gushes the crimson stream.

I keep walking the endless way.
My tired revolting feet want to sway,
But my curious eyes want to explore.

I know not where I go;
Or perhaps, I think I know,
I’m on a pilgrimage to “nowhere”.

hello!

hi.
this is my first ever post in my first ever blog so i'll talk about the nonsense that's so characteristic of me.i created this blog purely because i was lured by the idea of learning what kind of an experience blogging was and so i'll post everything starting from my personal life,general topics and my own take on current affairs,in short,whatever i can get outta my head when i'm "lost"..

i'm looking forward to making aquaintances with more similar people who lose themselves quite often due to the Hypocrisies of this silly world...