Mud tells the potter, today you handle me your way

Soon a time will come, I will handle you my way

Everyone prays in bad times but none does in good times

If you pray in good times too, there wouldn’t be any bad times

If people found god in the stones, I would pray to mountains

It is better to pray to the grinding stones that grinds the grains

Nights went sleeping, days spent eating

A diamond like life, is spent like a dime clinking

There is no use of success, that is like a palm tree

That gives no shade to rest and fruits are out of reach

If someone sows thorns for you, sow flowers for him

Your flowers will be with you, his thorns will get him

4 June, 2013