Why Believe.

After a restless night of fathomless, uncertain fears,
Aching eyes, soaked pillows, drowning in silent tears,
Believe walks in tip toe, gently lifting the moods once more,
And sails the soul from the mid ocean to a safer shore.

Believe,  the crutch one holds in unsteady times,
Believe, the reason winds blow and birds chime,
Believe, our unquestionable faith in Geeta and Quran,
Believe,the world is spinning but we won’t fall ; it’s God’s plan.

But Believe is ruthlessly broken time and again,
Shattered like a glass filled with unspoken pain.
Yet, Believe rebuilds the mirage of “belief” again,
Making “belief” believe, in breaking down there is no stain.

Believe is the first promise of innocence in this world,
Believe is the bud knowing it will bloom with petals unfurled,
Believe is how love dwells even in a betrayed  broken heart,
Believe, is smiling through the journey and not falling apart.

Believe , after the dark night there will be a new tomorrow,
Believe,  in its deep bosom drowns a hundred sorrow.
Believe , always mingled with rays of trust, faith and hope,
Believe, the smooth landing at the end of the rugged slope.

Like a stoic watchful sentry of dusk and the rising sun,
Rejoicing in the faith and helping through life’s long run,
Believe,  to be held forever in the core of our very being,
There is more to learn and accept than we are merely seeing.

Believe , thrusting one beyond the limitless sky dark or blue,
Falling won’t hurt cause the rainbow awaits with many a hue,
Believe, that walls will protect from the chaos beyond reach,
In meditative calmness, Believe will come and silently teach.