Thatched House

I loved a girl from whose memory I kept slipping  How forgettable was I  ----x----  Help me to remind myself that you are gone  Help me to give up hope of ever having you  Help me to live with it  That you are not in love with me  Teach my heart to understand the situation  Teach my heart to stop believing in dreams  Teach me to live with it  That you are not in love with me  Show me no signal of false hope  Show me convincingly that you are done with me  ....................................... ..........................................

I'm out  Don't count on me  I'm not some standby  Flicker, swing  I better out of here

I have been critical and cynical of many things. I have been hard on people I don't agree with. In my writings you might have noticed that I have been quite negative many times. I'm happy that I have been going through an important phase in my life. I have been slowly learning to appreciate the imperfections in others as I see (or have been shown :)) my own more clearly. Criticism has a place but too much of it builds up nobody. Cynicism has no place at all. This season God's love has been disciplining me through some tough moments. I have been rebuked, put to shame, exposed of my pride. At first, I felt numb like I banged my head on a steel post on a cold winter morning. I started to bleed, then the pain came. I was hurt for days and I prayed for help because it was destroying me. God helped me to see good things out of it. I have learnt my lesson. But as if that wasn't enough, after some days my over self-confidence and righteousness was unveiled in public again. ...

The title does not say much about what I'm going to say but to first clear the air that it is not about church hunting, I've titled it as church hunting because you may think it is church hunting. Fot the last few sundays, I've travelled around Delhi visiting different fellowships/churches. I wasn't looking for a perfect church (no such church exists) nor one that will suit me. I wanted to see how different churches worship differently. Though we worship the same God, it's interesting to see how the styles of worship differ so much. I can't make any generalisations or comment with certainty from such short visits. My presumptions will also colour the way I look at them. But I think it's safe to say that there are places where people worship in ways very different from ours but we see and sense an unmistakable oneness in Christ. A few others make you squirm on your seats. Two areas where we should seriously consider are: (1) Reducing the gospel/church...

I'm weak  But I didn't know how much  Everyone has some weakness  I have a fair share of it  How could I imagine  That I could be so weak  That requires you to die  I'm poor  But I didn't know how much  I never beg for food Times  I feel empty inside  I don't have all I want  But why should someone die  As a ransom for my sins  I'm lost  Clueless of what's to come  What's my life's purpose?  Who knows the future anyway  But why should the King of Heaven  Disrobe himself of his glory  And come calling me home

Like a jigsaw puzzle like a tough one in math exam like getting lost in a maze you are difficult to figure out Like crossing a rough river like searching for a hidden treasure like climbing a steep mountain it's difficult to reach to you Why do you make it so difficult why do you play so hard lady have pity on my poor soul make it a little less difficult for me Have pity make it easy make it easy have pity on my poor soul i promise I'll always be there Why do you make it so difficult why do you play so hard woman have pity on my poor soul make it a little less difficult for me

I was raised in a small town A few thousand people And nothing much is going on I go to school with friends Play football after class There are no computers or cellphones Only a black and white TV we have Early to bed early to rise Simple pleasures, days of innocence When the spirit can breathe free Close my eyes and take me back To live those days once more Now I live in the city Life has been good I have all that I need I go to the movies on weekends Made a lot of friends online There's a world out there brother But when I get the blues in the fast lane I still miss the good old days Simple pleasures, days of innocence When the spirit can breathe free Close my eyes and take me back To live those days once more

You are growing cold I can feel it You don't look my way Let's face the truth No, it's not enough We can't go on like this Give me all of you Or let's go our ways Say what you've to say I will take it Is there someone else? I want to know Something's not right That we both know I want you to stay But not this way (another dark love poem)

A fictitious conversation between a Lady and a Guy L- m d 1 God made 4 u G- i dnt bliv in predictin future L- not evn fm God? G- generaly not L- wt if thr’s n xceptn? G- we’l find out in tym L- so wt do u do? G- u r suposd 2 kno, u r d wise 1 here L- ys,m told it’l b difficult G- who told u wt n wt’s difcult here? L- God told me it’l b difcult 2 convince u dt m d 1 4u G- u must b hearin things L- ryt,m only obeyin a voice G-n u think it’s God’s? L- It’s his G- apreciate ur convictn L- tx G- wt now? L- how do I luk? G- u luk ok L- haha G- on how many guys hv u tried this trick? L- dt hurts,u think m a hookr or somthin? G- sory,bt it’s hard 2 bliv…if u r in my plc u kno L- fair enuf G- ppl r getting maried 4 al reasns except luv L- can’t agree wit u more, an economic contract or somthin hehe G- so u bliv in dt old fashiond Shakespearean arrow in d heart thing? L- old but not out of fashion G- good 4 stage plays, real life’s difrent L- I kno, bt if luv’s ...