Whispering Thoughts

The wandering souls...  lost cows waiting for Thy flute to steer us homewards. Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

Minimum, mostly. Not the silver tongued, eloquent speeches. Love rarely needs words. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

When I used to hear the word love, I didn't particularly think of any face, any name, any person... nothing would cross my mind. Dark, black screen.  But I had this certain feeling,  this instinct,  that it would seep into me. Someday. One day. In time, I met you. The word love, well, it didn't cross my mind. Not immediately.  But you seeped in. Slowly. Gradually. Definitely.  It's like I knew it all along.  Just couldn't register it well in time But I know better today. Today, I register your face, at any slightest rustle. I know this is love. Linking with yeahwrite Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 The sky is wearing a fluffy grey couture.  The greens are swaying.  There's this cool breeze, invigorating and refreshing.  And the grass, the driveway,  they are moist  from the love that poured yesternight.  And though I can't see them,  I do hear the birds chirping.  And all this...  is so blissfully,  so romantically picturesque. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 The gold tinted azure skies, spotless shade of blue,  the kind that hurts the eyes, or be it the cloudy dreary pale greys...  The sun is always there,  in all its radiant glory. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

 You work with concentration. Your delicate hands, maneuvering that hook elegantly. Oblivious to all that is going around you, you are lost in your own world.  Focusing only on the knots  that are actually taking up a shape.  That's the neck there.  The armholes, the bodice... You are really playing with the yarn.  Aren't you?  Your fingers working magic as you loop, hook in, draw out.  Ah! A neat knot.  Tangling the yarn in crotchet stitches,  singles, doubles, triples...  weaving stories into your project; also untangling the mess, at times,  like several mysteries of life. Knitting smiles...Mayhaps!!! Creating memories... Definitely.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 There is your God versus my God.  And there are doctrines of your religion  versus the doctrines of my religion.  There is this zealously guarded vacuity of shrines and zestfully celebrated hollowness of perception.  But amidst all this hullabaloo,  something has gone missing.  Something vital,  something,  that is the very essence of spirituality.  Not yours... Not mine... But everyones...God!!! Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot Linking with Remember Me Monday

 Look at these honeybees, flitting from flowers to flowers, spiritedly collecting nectar,  with faith and energy.  Living with zest. Such is life, beautiful!  Simple and uncomplicated. You play your part with passion, sincerity.  And you let the honey soak you through. Linking with Weekend Writing Prompt   Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 All that unfolds here is by Thy orders.  And all that happens here tastes like sweetest nectar.  And all that I seek,  all that this humble servant desires,  is the ability to dwell on Thy name.  Thy pious, magnanimous, hallowed name.  At all times.  In all times.  Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha