I have Got It

Lord there is so much beauty
And I am not worthy
That I still get pensive
Fearing that I should loose it
Fearing that I cant contain within
The smell of fallen leaves
Moist with the first rains after winter.

Fearing even more that I may end up calling it home
With sweetness that I cant bear
Wishing again to turn back and say
"Look what I found"
But there is no one there

There is always no one there.

A stark blind world

Tell me love if I play God
Asserting love for all
Will you be keen to find why exactly
the selfishness had vanished?
If I come back in the valley
To smell bread being baked in the kitchen
Will you push me away saying
"this is no place for gods"?


I wanted to  believe just as you said
The only good is being done by the dance of the blind
That is where the hurt is love
that is where it hurts.



By the way the winner of the World Press Photo 2013

                                                                       (Photographer: Paul Hansen)

You can get the whole gallery here

http://www.worldpressphoto.org/awards/2013