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Teach me Lord!

Lord, Why am I thrown into darkness?
Not knowing which way to tread,
lost in the depths of the wind!

I have grown to stand a rock
on the shores of the lively sea,
drowning in the ocean of life,
while all others learnt to splash as water,
ever flowing and serene.

Why am I the dark cloud in this clear sky,
pale and gloomy amongst the clear white clouds?

Teach me Lord,
Help me to thrive as a blooming flower.

Teach me Lord,
help me to tower the sky as a mountain.

Teach me lord,
help me to fly free as a bird in the sky.

Teach me Lord,
help me by lifting me away from the pricking thorns of life!

Teach me Lord,
show me the light of life,
show me the path to you.

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What writing means to me...

As lonely as a cloud, as boring as boredom itself, I was. I grew up as a typical child at school but a very hefty one, I am still the same. I managed to cheer people with my innocence but did not manage to make happy friends to last a lifetime because of my gross physique. I couldn't play as I had no playmates at home and my only hobby was to sit and watch tv.

When I was studying in kindergarten, I used to visit a nearby shop with my dad. My dad was busy shopping for groceries and I engaged myself in observing things around me. The people who had mixed emotions that outshone on their faces, an old man cycling with a lot of strain, probably getting back home, the lady vendor with her dirty saree pinned up to her waist and squatting on the floor, selling vegetables, the autowala bargaining with his potential customer, the green trees which arched high with its countless leaves, the flowers that smile at me on the road side, happy child…