Invisible Penned

The stories of Our Lives,

Sometimes

God pens

With His 

Magical ink.

Invisible, it is to us...

Not for us to see at that moment, 

Till the right time comes

And it is a Surprise,

A Blessing for us, then we think.

It is we, who Acknowledge 

These Blessings,

As we receive them...

But knows He, What is best for us,

And to give it to us, When.

Going down in life,

Suddenly comes a U-Turn there...

That sudden turn of life,

Is inscribed by Him

Your life starts changing, from where.

Nothing about it, we know hence...

Till we face that time,

It is just a blind game for us,

And till He shows it to us, through His Lens.

Great writers, we might be..

But He is the Greatest of us all...

We stand nowhere in front of Him,

We are just too tiny and small;

The Best Script-Writer, that He is...

Different kinds of Biographies, 

He creates for us each time;

None can sketch or change

Our life-stories,

In a better way than, the way He writes.

Forgets not,

What He gave us and 

What are our dues,

Keeps our accounts, 

Keeps Karma at work, 

Showing with time,

Our own colours and hues.

So, Trust Almighty...

Living life, With all your righteousness...

Lows, you might be facing, today...

Good Times 

will soon be visible too, 

From His Magical Ink, to Him just Pray.