Heaven

Once when everything was still,
And silence every void did fill,
'Cross God's mind passed a thought,
Why do the hell in heaven I rot?

There's no start as also no end,
There's no foe and also no friend.
I really don't mind how much I spend;
If someone to me; a life would lend.

I could break away from this black and white frame,
And try to hook myself with a beautiful dame.
Somehow manage to change my name,
And go to the discos all the same.

I could try and find a friend or two,
Who'll know me through and through.
I could share with them some of my sorrow,
And their's too, I could borrow.

Of the coming moment I'll know nothing,
Will endlessly wonder what it might bring,
With unseen happiness I'll be surprised,
And the power of love will hold me mesmerized.

But once I'm there, I'll again be sore,
'Coz all these will seem miracles no more,
And then I'll want to come back again.
You see! Of perfection, heaven has a fame!