Yes....Heaven is for real.......!!!!!



It's a myth people say,
It's to startle people in a way,
There is no heaven for real, as they say,
It's all human imagination they would say.
Then what about all I see....
The lullaby angels sing,
The signs we often cling,
The faith our hearts string,
The first cry of a whipster,
The soothing touch of a mother,
The endorsement of a father,
The curing hands of a doctor,
The gratefulness of the nature,
I see all around me Heaven.
I need not to die to be in Heaven.
But its right in front of me....


What I have to do is change my pair of lens with a new one and feel every smidge of embellishment around me. We as humans are so much busy in casting spell and counting negativity around that we hardly pay any heed to all the lustre mother earth granted us with and all the benevolence our Creator, our Almighty has accredited us with.
On earth it is heaven, for sure, yes it is in disguise of every smile we smile and every cry we cry when we can't express it through our smile. Amidst all this hell of anger, pit of hatred, all agony we all consume, still there is hope for meagre happiness. Crown of thorns blooms in the most adverse conditions and blooms so beautifully setting an example for good vs evil.
God crushed my pride, opened my heart...... to love. Nothing on this earth is more obliging than sprinkling happiness on a gloomy face. I've tried this and it feels like heaven to me. Do it and know it by yourself how much serenity it renders a heart. God gave me a heart to love and to appreciate every creation of Him and to make this "glimpse of heaven" a  "giant image of heaven" on earth. All I have to do is one thing this love requires,  "to let others know  that they are not alone."

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