Monday, August 23, 2010
And though it would have been extra ordinary,
Had I known what was meant to be?
But God changed designs at the last moment,
And blew up the kingdom of dreams in glee.
A circle here, a line there,
And he drew another plot.
Dismantling things I wanted,
And assembling things I understood not.
I try to guess his moves,
He constantly changes hues.
When I choose to play along,
He deftly changes the song.
Sometimes I wonder when will it get clear?
And when will we both realize?
Who out of us is on strings?
And who is the puppeteer?