Why Nights are cold ?
On the days when I feel sad and lonely, the kind of feeling that soaks your mind with a raw ennui,when you feel so lifeless and tired and when you feel that God appears to be so distant and mysteriously indifferent, when your wife and children smother you with a 'plasticized' sense of love, the kind make-up artists are adept at switching on and off between clients, all the while they are busy with other interest on their uppermost minds.Then you begin to question the rationale of life and secretly marvel at its hypocrisy and sadly come to a conclusion if love is what you really desire you may as well keep a companion dog,a loving pet animal, a lifelong faithful friend to follow you even to your grave.But even this enjoyment my wife denies me and who together with the rest of the family have locked me up in an ivory tower to have my bones bleached in the Tower of Silence. O God my Redeemer when is the day of my deliverance. I feel so miserable Lord.
O God where have you disappeared? I had been following you like a dog and now you have been playing truant with me. Why don't we sit across and chat like the good old days? Let me lie on your lap and allow me to cradle your left hand under my head and hug me tightly to your bosom with your right hand O my Mother that I may escape into the oblivion of your Universal Being.
Good Night
On the days when I feel sad and lonely, the kind of feeling that soaks your mind with a raw ennui,when you feel so lifeless and tired and when you feel that God appears to be so distant and mysteriously indifferent, when your wife and children smother you with a 'plasticized' sense of love, the kind make-up artists are adept at switching on and off between clients, all the while they are busy with other interest on their uppermost minds.Then you begin to question the rationale of life and secretly marvel at its hypocrisy and sadly come to a conclusion if love is what you really desire you may as well keep a companion dog,a loving pet animal, a lifelong faithful friend to follow you even to your grave.But even this enjoyment my wife denies me and who together with the rest of the family have locked me up in an ivory tower to have my bones bleached in the Tower of Silence. O God my Redeemer when is the day of my deliverance. I feel so miserable Lord.
O God where have you disappeared? I had been following you like a dog and now you have been playing truant with me. Why don't we sit across and chat like the good old days? Let me lie on your lap and allow me to cradle your left hand under my head and hug me tightly to your bosom with your right hand O my Mother that I may escape into the oblivion of your Universal Being.
Good Night
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