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Finding God

I have traveled through the city,
Halfway and through;
Praised the music, liked a places few.
I enjoyed the weather, hated it too,
Relived certain memories, cursed one or two.
I did search for peace, searched for love,
I searched for God, but it was tough.
He hides, and I seek,
He whispers and I shriek;
He goes and I follow,
He smiles when I’m hollow;
He runs and I chase,
As if an eternal race…
I have NEVER got his way, neither yester nor today!
So let’s do one thing now, I know not how true,
You be my God for me, And I will be for you…

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  1. beautiful composition.....sweethrt..... jus loved it.... :)

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  2. ur writing skills are great....really appericiate them.

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  3. Nice Vibha, you wrote it wonderful :-)

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  4. What i Think:

    God is always within you!! whether you roam to search him here and there that just waste of time.

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  5. Vibha... good work.. the poem was, unlike various other deeply meaningful poems, very much in flow and clear in meaning... I liked it... specially the conclusion since i am agnostic about God. Keep posting...

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  6. neither run nor chase him, u wont get him this way..
    stay calm, take deep breath nd let him come to u, trust me u will find him in ur way, around u n inside you today, tomorrow n forever.. :)

    remember,
    hez like sand, u cnt hold him in ur hand...
    hez like snow, when will he melt u don't know..
    dont chase him, just wait and gaze him..
    he will come near to u nd u will become dear to him..

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  7. As Usual a very beautifull piece

    Love Nicaxx

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  8. Awesome, Vibha!

    Nice composition :) but God is always with you, and in whatever you do

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  9. Thankyou Khem Sir...both for the appreciation and the optimistic wish :)

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