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The Divine design...

Somebody’s got to think out of the box…
Somebody’s got to ponder over things that everyone does not…
Somebody’s got to talk of the rhythm of silence…

There is nothing right or wrong about any poem, about any form of expression. Its just a reflection of the thought-flow in the brook of one’s mind…
It’s just the way the colors spurt across the canvass of one’s mind…
And the thoughts that flow cannot be right or wrong. No one is to be blamed.. no one can be blamed. It is all the way everyone is designed.
Just the way you and I are…
It’s His mighty creation to make the people the way they are…

Some are like you…who can’t grow out of conventionality…
Some, like me…surrounded by the barriers of conventionality and yet yearns to think beyond it… and mentally… A maverick…
Some like her… who has crossed all borders, all frontiers of conformism…who has drank the wine of unconventionality… and who expresses herself as a Maverick … in the true sense of its word…
She can’t be blamed… she must not be blamed… it’s just the way HE has designed her…
And HE has a purpose behind every stroke of His paintbrush on the canvass of life…
HE knows why each one is born and each one has taken this glorious life…

HE is the Creator…the Creator of all emotions that we know of… and that we don’t.
HE is the Father of all of the little children within us…
HE is the Mother, filled with the essence of love for every child… and who has space for every child in HIS arms…

No one is alone…No one is branded… No one is different…
Everyone is UNIQUE…
Every Design is UNIQUE…

All it takes from us is to appreciate the underlying beauty in all these uniqueness.
All it takes from us is to separate the threads of common colors from that of rare unseen colors from this Fabric HE weaved.
Then we realize the true meaning of the word BEAUTY…

Today the Kandy inspired me…
Tomorrow someone else will…
The world is so beautiful to fill us with so many inspirations in such short a lifetime…


I am so thankful to YOU, my beloved…For designing me the way YOU have…
I bow before YOU, my master… For all your mightiness and strength in showing me your power of creativity and for showing me what a freckle I am in this MIGHTY DESIGN… How thin a thread I am in this Fabric YOU have weaved…


I thank YOU for making me realize YOU within me… As my Inner Potential
I thank YOU for making me realize YOU around me… As my Inspiration

No curve of my lips, no salinity of my eyes can ever express my Gratitude to YOU…


Gouri Nair
2nd December, 2007
11:47pm

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