A piece on the wanted deeds that humans don’t do and why they don’t reap the benefit out of the blessings of angel fairy, Zaquisha.
Why don’t we see the beautiful world around us, can’t we feel it’s stir in our hearts and souls? Why don’t we listen to the melodious hummings of the angels who come down to us on clear moonlit nights and bless us giving us bliss and bright silver stars? Can’t we listen to them and imbibe that melody within us forever. Why don’t we smell the wonderful flowers, the sands, the natural essence residing in every creation of God? Why don’t we taste the natural gifts of nature and the goodies galore bestowed on us with so much love and blessings by our Almighty? Why don’t we feel that the world was always beautiful and could have remained so, if only for the unwanted interventions of man and his wicked mind? Why don’t we think that beyond man-made barriers deviating him from obeying God’s orders is another world, of love, care, bliss, joys, togetherness, and heavens for man? Why don’t we feel a need to change lives by setting up standards and by creating histories? Why do we live the lives of misery? Why don’t we let a breath of fresh change enter our no-entry zones? Why don’t we shit the ideas of duplicating our qualities and self into crazy, light-headed and dumb clones? Why can’t we run, think, wish, stop, start again all because we want something better to happen to us. Why can’t we do the needful to make things become simpler thus? Why can’t we appreciate a person one step ahead and accept that we were at that point wrong? If we start turning over a new leaf again, the possibilities of good things happening and a good destiny awaiting us would become strong. We need to keep the cool there and we need to understand. About life,its intricacies,problem curves and then we need to stand up armed and ready to fight for life,with life and in life to get to our destination point,a zone where all imbalances merge,where discrepancies blur and all gets painted in the bright hues of bliss, love, celebration, and blessings of that angel who stares from up above only to turn into a winking silver star when you do so too. She’s an angel, Zaquisha. The fairy of good times, the fairy of good lives.