Whispering Thoughts

Deepest reverence, that a simple, sacred courtesy can offer. Syllables of greeting, sound of spirits, rhythm of souls. A quest, beyond me and mine, towards you and yours. From me to you, this salutation, a yielding, evoking the divine within us, acknowledging, recognizing and ratifying, the pious and pure. The resonance in hearts, the synchronization of energies, the vibrations in ether, the rising joy in universe, the calming effect on beings, and finally that irresistible curling of lips in smile. A humble obeisance. Ancient. Traditional. Time-honoured. Logical. Precise. Scientific. Archaic? Yes. Contemporary, too. So cultural. And so in vogue. Writing for 100wordbstroy challenge on Momspresso 

Our identities, your reflections, in bitparts. Proudly, your daughters.

And they started... On a long road. Miles of journey. One burning desire. To reach their homes, to that embrace of love. Setting skies did not matter. Nor did rising sun. Like birds at eventide, they flew back, to their only shelter in this storm. Migrants, that’s what they call them, these itinerants afoot, yearning, pining for their nests. In verity though, we are all migratory birds. Tiny specks, lost wanderers on this atlas. Ramblers in search of our haven, somewhere within the deepest, quietest chambers of our own heart, where the soul strums in rhythm. Definitely, a long road ahead. Miles of journey, meandering curves, wilderness too. One burning desire. To reach home. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

With wobbly feet going astray, adrift in illusory realms, where savage darkness overwhelms, hackneyed, we seeketh the right way; We delve within, souls, we assay. Byways, like muddled labyrinth, unravelled slowly, placed on plinth. The tangled branches of desires, we free our hearts from such quagmires. Peace within, sanctified pathway. Linking with RonovanWrites Decima Poetry Challenge 

Beyond the chaos, someday we will start living, and we will celebrate. Lavish candle light dinners with tables and timelines , both reserved. Amidst this mayhem, when the world is all topsy-turvy, between the uncertainty of it all, amongst the fleeting moments, we will celebrate. All of us, together, A home cooked meal, simple, yet sumptuous, set out on that grandpa-table, with extra dullops of love, and extra-large servings. Luxuries, only a few can afford. Such moments of simplicity, when through the gossamer curtains of nonce, that mesmerizing gander of life. Love for those who matter, when it matters. Amen! For PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Roger's Linking with Friday Fictioneers Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

The eventide. That return to the nest, the dull ache of pendencies, the weariness of struggles, the paused turmoils, the sweat, blood and tears, all melting, rather dissolving in the rustle of fallen leaves in lawn, the ricocheting laughters indoors,  the pestering, the tantalizing tease, the boomerang zealous zest. The elixir of this life, that embalming smile on your face. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Some sacred scribblings, humble offerings to Thee, these hymns penned with faith. Reflections on our blessings, a blessed sanctified retreat. Welfare unto all 

On thy path, with faith. Hear our plea, we come to Thee. Be our hope and strength. Our prayers, our pilgrimage, our humble supplications. Welfare unto all

Thou art the shepherd. We, Thy lambs, going astray. Thee, our redemption. Dark, the clouds; deep thy mercy. By thy grace, eternal bliss. Welfare unto all