Can This be for Real?

Do you have a love face or lust face?

Poem.

Intuition, gut instinct, a feeling, call it what you will.

Signs everywhere. Hear them alone in your mind where nobody else hears them. But if you see and hear signs alone, does everyone else too?

Every day every where there are signs telling us things, but do we really understand those signs?

From God, today.

This is one of my early poems, written a while back.

Stop moving and you’ll be dead. One of the signs of life is its movement.

I think we all are living some kind of an artificial life where we are physically present but our soul is sleeping. Still we are living, moving fast and taking each step ahead with or without thinking much about our life.