Maybe it wasn't his fault.
Time flew away all too soon
Forced him to grow up too soon
When your heart isn't ready
But your mind has to co-operate
Maybe he wasn't ready when
All his friends left him
One by one....
To pursue dreams of their own
Or maybe, he never had any friends to begin with
He was always too simple
To understand what
What selfishness meant
What these guys pursued
What these dames were up to
Or maybe, nobody ever understood him
As nobody ever understands him now
But he is as simple as ever
Not blatantly asking to be understood
Got all the time in the world
To be anything
Yet loves deeply
Despite the misery
And the bruises that would cut him deep
If you could ever see the overwhelming
Pain inside him
You would know
The odds placed against his survival
You would know
How he had to play the God that doesn't exist
If I could save him
I would stare into his deep brown eyes
I would help him find 'it'
And take him home ....
To where he can eternally rest
While still in the world
In the refuge of his own soul ...
At the time of writing this poem this was a sincere 'Prayer' in my heart.
The world had been too tough for me for too long. I was trying to create a certain stability or a decent system to fallback on to work out my life and and my dreams.
At the time of publishing this poem, I 'think' I have figured it all. I am a bit happier than my previously unsure self.
This is how I believe prayers are answered. When you ask to be shown a way, you will be shown a way.
Unseen hand of the divine force is always at work.
You are to take care of yourself and then there is the world, at large.
But there's the divine forces too, or the 'collective good' if you may call it that.
Be approachable. Be willing to seek help. And lastly, be willing to 'be helped'.
Do not hold any preconceived notions. Help can came from the most unlikely of places.