Whispering Thoughts

Serene, clear blue skies,  hidden behind swirling mists.  Beauty of Thy plan. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Thou be my refuge,  from stormy winds and tempest.  Thee, we seek with faith. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Dewdrops of Thy word.  'tis spring forever for faithful,  awash with Thy grace. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Cold, the climes of sins.  Flames of my love and longing, Thy warm embrace saves. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. 

 We breathe Thy pure name. and Thee moves us to glory, through showers of grace. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Thy sunny splendor, Lifting the veil of darkness, tempering with life. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Sunbeams to the soul, refreshingly radiant. The hakea blooms.  Linking with Friday Fictioneers Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

The chrysalis grows. The making of butterflies, tasteful piece of art. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 And 'tis be our aim.  Guided by faith, hope and love.  And of these, my dear...  Well, love stands at both the ends...  the fount and the terminus.  Linking with Ronovan Writes  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

For your love is so generous, that a simple dish becomes delicacy in your hands. And if I try and try, the same recipe, the same method, with the same ingredients over and over again, that special flavor goes missing. The dish is complete and yet so incomplete. And I do not know when you add that dollop of special secret stuff because I try and watch you all the time but somehow I miss it every-time. And it is not just food. Its everything. The way you iron my clothes, the way you braid my hair, the way you serve me milk, the way you encourage me to inch further … rise high and fly … all things big and small, you do it with that “mother’s extra special touch”. And for that no words of thank you suffice. Linking with FMF Writing Prompt Link up : Generous

 And 'tis such a cliché to hear that storms don't last forever, no they don't, but strong, persistent men - flamed, impassioned men do. Courageously, boldly, patiently chasing their cherished dreams. Linking with Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry 

 Beyond the bethel, mundane humdrum existence.  People going about their routines, rushing with their chores and errands. Everyone, hurrying for everything. And the bethel stands there, watching it all unfold in its lap.  The hamlet waking up at cockcrow,  running helter-skelter from dawn to dark, and finally,  yawning and slumbering at witching hours.  At times, the faithful visit the precincts, gravitating herewards to find peace in its sacred confines.  But that's not often too. And yet the bethel stands sentinel,  watching our comings and goings.  Dutifully, the bells toll, the tradition remains.  A subtle pause midst all the hustling. Linking owith Friday Fictioneers Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 The artisan works, deftly chiseling, moulding. The wet clay transforms. To refined, ornate sculptures. Such mystic crafters...teachers. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

  Thy pious name, an expensive prescription, like a rare and precious herb, A very potent soul-food, fragrant too… this saffron-strand of faith.  Light, fragile, tender and time-honored.   Holding on to its golden hues as the road darkens   Welfare unto all Rab rakha  Invigorated and rejuvenated by this miraculous elixir,   The more we delight in its taste, the better the flavors of grace.

  Oh! And I can imagine her.   Dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans. Sitting on a black ergonomically designed chair, with cushioned shamrock green seat, her head buried in some thick weather-beaten file, with dusty and damaged cover, and pages permanently curled up.   A heap of such voluminous folders strategically arranged in a red 10*8 office basket, placed to her right for easy access.   Then there’s sheaf of papers stacked on her left, which are to be dealt on priority. Kind of to-do list for the day.   And somewhere on this little beige wooden platform, that she likes to call her workstation, she finds space to fit in the sanitizer, the stationery holder and her thermo-steel water bottle.   There are many windows open on her desktop screen. Clearly multi-tasking, Finishing this, finalizing that, getting many things done simultaneously.   Handling a phone-call with one hand, replying to an e-mail with the other, her face determined but soft, her...