I,

Fallen out of grace

I, am a figment

On the path of time

With no shadow, ahead or behind.

Why don’t you despise me?

Send me to axile

Let me hide

Oh, the lights are too bright

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Over and over again

Image by Jamie Street

I saw myself desperately trying to hold this life together.

Like a mad man building a house of cards,

Until the wind blows and disrupts it all.

And he starts over, and I start over.

An open letter to nobody

Dear Stranger,

My heart is overwhelmed by the turn of events. I was walking through the desert, one that took me in. I liked how the grains felt beneath my feet. I liked how the sand could stir up a storm. I liked how I could hide in an endless sight. And when I was walking, the desert blinded me through a gleam of blue crystals. But this was no oasis. A mirage, mocking me. 

Why?

I walked through the gardens, I walked through the forests. I walked through the oceans, I walked through the desert. I asked for nothing, but they kept teasing me. 

I looked for peace, and silence and shade. I looked for a cradle to hide, and sleep.

Elegance 

Heritage

When I read today’s daily prompt, the first thing that came to my mind was my Mother. For me, the epitome of elegance and grace is this one amazing lady. 

This person of incredible generosity. The woman who knows how to forgive, how to remain steadfast in adversity and still wear that gorgeous smile of hers. God didn’t allow this world to blemish your light. I hope He treats me with same kindness. We may have our differences, we may have a different threshold and response to fear, but if I can learn to be as patient with people as you’re, I’d consider myself a happy seasoned person. 

I’ve never said this to you. But Im proud to look upto you. You’re the warmth to my world.

Word prompt: Elegance 

Why invest in faith?

Is human life easier to live in the absence of faith, in the absence of fear of a Divine judgment, the resurrection? Yes, it surely is.

To live in the moment. To face the storms and aftermath as they pass through life with no fear of reverberation.

Then why, to think of it, has faith survived in one’s life?

There comes certain times when the world appears to halt. When the sounds of life no longer stir your hearing, and your life appears to be suspended in a timeless dimension.

It becomes harder to figure out the significance of the moment just by looking at it.

Its like you hear silence and watch space, and want your mind to draw worth out of nothingness. How?

So you need a bigger picture. An epilogue to understand the point of grief.

Is life fair?

No.

Can you figure out algorithms to get through life?

On most days you can, but days like these, simple substantial derivations are not enough to propel you forward.

You need a belief in the Divine. A belief that this is not the ultimate end. That this day is but an insignificant hitch in an otherwise magnificent story. And that the logical thing to do is walk forwards, despite the urge of remaining suspended. Because the story ends with the Creator, not the character.

This is why faith survives.

This is why you need to cultivate faith on good days so you can harvest the produce in hostile ones.

So you have a cradle to lay low.

So on this day, you lie down under the shade of your belief and listen to the breeze.

 

Guidance will come.

 

 

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