Makhtub, living life as it comes

If i die, Bring me back for i have work left to do, If I die Bring me back for i have a life left to love If I die Brimg me back for i have debts to pay, If i die Bring me back for i have more than what meets the eye. Living each day as they are, Crying, cribbing and hoping, For tomorrow shall be better than today For yesterday was better than today. If i die, Bring me back for i want to live today and now, If i die, bring me back for I am a collective consciousness For spirits die and remain on in physical bodies, Day in amis and day out, Breathing yet dead, eating yet failing to digest life, Have no words to comfort Have no words to console All but hope and prayers For there today, gone tomorrow, All that remains are ashes to ashes dust to dust, Yet karma remains, for if I die, bring me back for I want to live before I die

Splendid suns, a thousands splendid Suns, The metaphor stands abused, each time there is a meet, One globe in a sun glove, Yet, metaphorically humans and their deeds flow a thousands times better, A sun in its abundance is a bit too hot for the globe, Yet thousands live reminding us to revel In glories, a thousand times bright, What drives greatness or humility is lives liven Yet for all the glories achieved or lost in translation you are but human Human, dear lost soul, find your self, Find your soul and move on in life than pursuing goals limited to one lifetime, Awake from your slumber, of deeds and actions not done for others, Also yet to think that tatvam asi Arise awake and ask not who woke you up For today you are awoken Tomorrow you shall awake a generation A generation to live and extoll the glories that is but- a thousands times brighter than the sun!!