Why don’t we?

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 humming of the angels who come down to us on clear moonlit nights and bless us with love 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 having the blessings of 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 entire humanity? Why don’t we feel a need to change lives by setting up quality 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 quit the ideas of duplicating our qualities and selves 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 uncomplicate matters making everything simply amazing? Why can’t we appreciate our fellow beings who fare better than us and learn from them one step at a time. If we start turning over a new leaf again, the possibilities of good things happening and a good destiny awaiting us would become clearly evitable. We need to keep the cool there and we need to understand. Life, it’s intricacies, problem curves and then we need to stand up, armed, ready for a fight with life, for life and in life to reach our destination point, a zone where all imbalances merge, where discrepancies blur and everything 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 harbinger of good times, the fairy of good lives.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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