Random impressions

I may be rambling here, but am just in one of those moods today and came across this scribbling that I had done in a novel which I had bought on 04/03/2001.

she left impressions in the sands of time
washed into infinity by a rouge wave's climb,
the yearning never stops with one life,
entwined forever as man and wife.

Generations have come,eons shall succumb
The ocean waves will continue to drum
and then the rare few shall always create
Impressions in the sands of time forever

I dont even remember why or when I wrote it this, its just one of those scribbled things. I'll pick up on this when I remember what the heck this was all about.

PS: Ignore the madness

Every sinner has a future

A while back I happened to re-read the line "Every Saint has a past and every sinner has a future". It remained in my mind for a long time. I wrangled with the statement and tried to find parallels from my personal experiences of people around me, and I found several.

Here is something that I spotted today, in the FT Weekend edition titled 'Syria activists risk all on Homs supply runs'. It told the story of how professional smugglers were helping Syrian activists in bringing in medical supplies into Homs and taking out the wounded into safety.

One smuggler who initially started doing this for material gains, is doing the same for the sheer joy of helping the needy.

"I am so happy and proud to do such a thing" he says. "I am helping poor people who are asking only for freedom"

Here's to freedom, here's to a better world; Here's hoping that every sinner has a future, because every saint has a past!

Dont try and figure if there's a long overdue confession hidden somewhere in these lines above...its called writer's license (aka poetic license) ;)