Soaring On The Wings Of Joy

The amount of time we waste
thinking over the people we hate,
cursing them,
worrying over imaginary or real wrongs,
if we spent even half of
that time thinking of our loved ones,
this world would be so much better a
place to live in....

We, each one of us,
is a product of our circumstances,
environment, heredity, surroundings..
can only think, feel and react accordingly,
living maybe in our own private hells
because sometimes we are incapable
of changing our basic natures.
Shouldn't this stop us from judging
others, pointing fingers
and instead
thank God we had a better deal in life.
Maybe, after all,
we might be reacting in the very same manner
if we were in that person's shoes.
doesn't one need our compassion,
support and understanding more
than our censure.

Such a short life we have,
don't know what's going to happen
in the next moment,
and yet we are so busy involving ourselves
in trivialities, in making each other's lives miserable.
We argue with each other, scold and fight,
forgetting absolutely that it is just a momentary issue
we have a problem with,
not the person himself.
We have to fight this negativity,
not embrace hatred.
How much better would it be if we could just turn
around and tell that person,
'yes, I don't like this but you are loved
very much'.

When you've done something really wrong
or simply made a mistake,
isn't that the time you most need that hug
and an 'I love you'.
Shouldn't that just make everything alright,
and if you questioned each heart,
there would be no gauging who felt happier
at that moment,
and yet we forsake such simple gestures
which would bring so much happiness all around,
and continue to live in private hells
of our own making.
All those compartments in our hearts need to be opened,
helping us, and all around,
to breathe in joy,
why do we shut those doors and confine
ourselves within our own lonely space.....

Of all God's creations,
man is considered to be most superior,
yet haven't we due to our narrow minded
false beliefs shut ourselves
into tiny little compartments
where there's hardly room to breathe
and end up envying a bird
spreading it's wings and flying free.....

~Madeira Aftab~

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