Change- A Power defining All

Change is so beautiful ...an unending ,revolutionary process..phase by phase and step by step, it so progresses that it takes away what exists and pours refreshing moments to fill ones empty pitcher.Transending from somewhere beyond comprehension and engulfing every speck in it,without any inhibition it takes away the souls of the atoms and blends them with it,transforming each bit into a majistic entity with new life ,new identity, new capacity and a new vision.Seems to be a magic cast over everything ,leading to a trance where all senses give up to the alluring spells.How a colourful butterfly emerges from a cacoon,how the seasons change colours,how small buds bloom into the breathtaking flowers,how a small droplet loses itself on embracing the rivers, how all creations submit to the divine will;all undergo a phenomena not known to them but just follow the abstruse tunes.Nothing there to chain it but itself ,all powerful and equipped it finds its own course .Change certainly a ruler of the unruly and a guide for the lost .

Silence-language of hearts

Words can be a language of ones mind but silence is the mystic tool of peaceful hearts, chanting the ballads in praise of the Beloved, listening to the desires of souls and sacrificing world for seeking Truth .Majestic and beautiful it is, disobeying the laws set by humans and treading a path so unfamiliar to it; guided by love just like the flowing waters of river guided by their desires ,waiting to lose themselves to huge tides of oceans. To the misguided it seems so meaningless and to the seekers carries all the meanings ;a hope which  gives life to the dead fire to ignite again, burning all the dirt to ashes and  mingling with the subtle blows of wind. Emerging from the depths it knows to travel distances beyond reach,tearing apart all barriers and  impediments ,bringing a serene rest to the unrestful .Residing within the breaths never speaking of the wounds within,struggling not with the world but itself .Submitting itself to the Just and fleeing from the shadows of lies and deceptions.Silence -a strength though so silent and yet so aloud.

Time-An Illusion

Time-a gift,a life,a moment,a thought ,a worldly experience,a blessing to be treasured forever  or a divine phenomena.Though the ticking hands of a clock may  claim to measure it still its beyond measurment ,every second it  flees leaving beautiful or tormenting experiences behind,a force making everything revolve around it willingly or unwillingly.Full of unrest it moves on keeping everyone busy to match its pace whether stuggling,fighting or battling becomes their course of their action.
Challenging and at the same time it may be a respite;sometimes becoming  a reason for the end of beautiful lives and sometimes a reason for buds to bloom into breathtakingly colourful flowers.Enticing and deceiving , existing and disappearing ,never retaining a constant texture-a world for worldly beings and nothing for the enlightened.