Different

It was much after dusk. I was walking back home from the library through the deserted roads of Hurstville... At a distance there was a gigantic hoarding lit up with red lights, announcing my proximity to the Westfield shopping town. Right before me was St George's hospital. Wearing the same deserted look unlike Indian hospitals, where hordes of people maunder in and out of the wide gates with every kind of expression human faces are capable of wearing. There I walked amazed at the huge turn my life has taken. Nothing's the same here in Oz land. Not even me, but I'm not uncomfortable with the change.

Fall

Life's not been the same always
I walk, I fall, rise and fall.
Sometimes disappointed with myself
At other times condoning my sins.
After all, I'm just human...
My failings are many, but I try
Try not to fall...
And I hope someday to rise
Rise above my weaknesses
To walk steadily in obedience.
Still I fall...
Did I not try hard enough?
Was not my faith enough?
How much longer...
Before God gives up on me?
Life's not been the same always
I walk, I fall, rise and fall.
But He loves me still the same.
Now my heart earnestly cries
Dear Lord, everyday let me fall
Fall and never rise
Fall each day with a passion anew
Evermore deeply in love with You...