His Wings

He put his own wings besides me and whispers,
Secret words and silent vows,
Things that everyone knows,
Laughs and oh how he laughs at the music that plays inside me,
Brushes away my very words,
Those of wisdom I think are true,
Smiles, beckoning the wings,
The sky's so blue,
Let's fly there he says,
Besides the sunlight,
and where it's cold and you can't think,
But my little feet love the touch of the ground,
I wouldn't fly,
I wouldn't take his wings,
He would come again in time,
To see if my own wings have grown...

People of all faith

Where am i standing in this world,
I watch people do their play,
Of hate and love,
Of being nice and fair,
I came to know my place,
I am back there,
where the race started,
I can see all the faces,
Old and new,
Grown and gone,
But still they revolve around one existing point,
The stormy lives they lead to catch one breath,
To try to find the one secret corner in their being,
So that they could cherish it forever,
They are people of all faith,
Defining and redefining love.