mazHur
10-26-2007, 07:23 AM
A Thing Called God
by mazHur
I am a lover of old things
they are the wealth of time
that waits for no one
and moment by moment
takes away the shine
from the face of new things
and smudges them into ugliness.
Yet I cannot but love old things
they are like pages from history
not yet crossed the finishing line
I cherish the charm of their looks
their everlasting style and design
and if they need uplift
renovate,rejuvenate and relive them
make them look in health again
Some people call them antique
well, they are not completely wrong
because they may still be young ,
younger,raw and green-
like new disposable stuff of these times-
and oblivious of its treacherous hands
sooner or later which will leave their marks
on the shield of their lives as well
but never mind, nothing will ever remain
the same
Everything, everyone will lose its marbles
one day -
but most are forgetful
of natures process of change
change, they say, is forever
it begets fruit and finesse
makes old wine taste tastier
gets you new ideas from old books
grows you into yourself
wiser, experienced and what not
old things face the same fate
aging tempers and seasons all
prepares them for tougher times
old thing need less care
provided they are not done up
and lucky enough to kiss
the heights of senescence
The're easy to maintain
have less fear of being stolen
or robbed off from you
it's also said ,'old is gold'
but never silver
base metals remain base
no matter how long they live
for those who shun old
there is great lesson for them here
we live in modern times
yet think of olden days
old affairs, old love,
old edifices, old places
old memories of love and hate
get lost in the ocean of nostalgia
we cannot forget (i wonder why?)
past personalities of olden times
old relics,relationships
and things of all sorts
above all we love and continue to worship
the oldest of all things
(If I may call it so)
remodeled, refurbished
yet youngest in mind
the beginning and the end
we call God!
by mazHur
I am a lover of old things
they are the wealth of time
that waits for no one
and moment by moment
takes away the shine
from the face of new things
and smudges them into ugliness.
Yet I cannot but love old things
they are like pages from history
not yet crossed the finishing line
I cherish the charm of their looks
their everlasting style and design
and if they need uplift
renovate,rejuvenate and relive them
make them look in health again
Some people call them antique
well, they are not completely wrong
because they may still be young ,
younger,raw and green-
like new disposable stuff of these times-
and oblivious of its treacherous hands
sooner or later which will leave their marks
on the shield of their lives as well
but never mind, nothing will ever remain
the same
Everything, everyone will lose its marbles
one day -
but most are forgetful
of natures process of change
change, they say, is forever
it begets fruit and finesse
makes old wine taste tastier
gets you new ideas from old books
grows you into yourself
wiser, experienced and what not
old things face the same fate
aging tempers and seasons all
prepares them for tougher times
old thing need less care
provided they are not done up
and lucky enough to kiss
the heights of senescence
The're easy to maintain
have less fear of being stolen
or robbed off from you
it's also said ,'old is gold'
but never silver
base metals remain base
no matter how long they live
for those who shun old
there is great lesson for them here
we live in modern times
yet think of olden days
old affairs, old love,
old edifices, old places
old memories of love and hate
get lost in the ocean of nostalgia
we cannot forget (i wonder why?)
past personalities of olden times
old relics,relationships
and things of all sorts
above all we love and continue to worship
the oldest of all things
(If I may call it so)
remodeled, refurbished
yet youngest in mind
the beginning and the end
we call God!