I am Lucky!




When I see around, I see people complaining about their lives. They complain that they don’t have good jobs, good houses but I hear most of the people complain about their luck. Everybody thinks what they deserve, what is happening in their lives is because of their luck. I am no different to these people. I believe luck is what defines our lives. 

I believe, love or hate you cannot debate that luck is the lottery for life.
People cannot see beyond their mortal eyes. They are confined not to see what future holds for them. So they choose luck to be their crystal ball or so to speak. I can relate to that very easily because I think future holds a great fortune because I believe that I am very lucky. I think that because I was given a chance to be brought into this world to do something for myself and for others. I am lucky because I have got two loving parents who love me for what I am and a loving sister who will always have my back even when I am down. It is not always wealth that matters when luck comes to our lives. It is love and compassion that matter in our life. I am proud to say that I’ve got both.

I am lucky because I have got my friends behind me, who support and care for me. Anyone who has friends may feel the same way but I especially feel that. I am lucky to be alive in a country where preacher of peace and love was born. When I see people feeling depressed even though they’ve got more than me, I want to say to them, feel lucky friends. This is your life, take control. Be what you are and cherish your moments in life. Life can be hard but it’s not hard if you take control.

I don’t know what other people think about luck. Luck is not what brings misery or wealth in your life but it’s the thing that brings you happiness and sorrow in some occasions. But it’s the same luck that gives you strength to smile even in sorrow. I am happy that I am lucky enough to be born to feel pain, misery, hate because without them love, compassion, faith and happiness wouldn’t have any meaning. This may present as extreme optimism to everyone but let me ask a question in a world where people are fighting and dying and you take a little leap of faith and you succeed in it, who would be happy? It is you who would be happy but then there is doubt that you’ll not succeed. That doesn’t mean failure because only success doesn’t mean happiness, does it? Even if you didn’t succeed, so what you tried and trust me no one fails at this because when it comes to happiness trying is succeeding.

People should feel lucky with what they have and they should be thankful to God. Luck is what you feel to be measure of your extent of happiness and happiness is a gift that is equal. It is never too late to be happy and be lucky because we know luck is a form of happiness and happiness is joy and joy is love and love is our luck. Everyone has love in their life. So, we are all lucky, aren’t we?


Peace is dead!



Look there she’s walking,
Her tiny feet are making those cute little noises,
Hey! Don’t push her! She’s just a child!
                                                                         
Peace is learning to walk,
Don’t disturb her go play with your friends
Terror, Learn to be her big brother!

She is a young woman now,
Everyone loves her,
They are tempted to be at her side,
But he won’t let them,
Terror only loves his sister to be at his side,
He is afraid to let her go,
He embraces her suitors but never lets her free!

He thinks he’s her big brother,
He has to look out for her,
He tests her suitors but none of them pass!
She is tired and depressed but he doesn’t listen!
He feels it’s his duty,
Violence, his accomplice agrees,
Together they silence her every word!

Now she’s grown old of laziness,
But her brother is still young,
He wants his sister to get married but,
Nobody wants her anymore,
She’s too old!

She is dead,
It was because of old age
Or maybe it was loneliness,
But terror doesn’t care,
He wants to punish the suitors for not wanting her,
Foolish terror! But his folly will cost us!
Flee now there is no one to save us!
Flee because violence has slithered out of his burrow
And peace can’t save us
Because SHE IS DEAD! 

The Motherland always wins!


The silence was deadly
But it didn't last long
The bullets went firing
Men died!

There were communists,
There were Democrats,
There sides were different
But the blood was same!

Families were killed
Soldiers were wounded
But the Governments won
So did their Motherland!

The motherland always wins
No matter how much destruction there is
No matter how many of her sons die
The motherland always wins!