Whispering Thoughts

Dam in her soul broke.  Trees, homes, roads, awash like twigs,  waves decimating. Is nature angry?  Rivers, a blazing fury.  Mankind stands humbled. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

In the loneliest hours,  a littlest whiff of faith, distinct, like a fragrant rose and then in the onliest moments,  love greets you.  At the slightest hint that you are willing  to embrace it too.  The loveliest part is that in the time that follows,  the jigsaw falls in place,  in those exact, right positions,  and everything, every single thing,  it just becomes miraculously okay. The bestest thing is the whole picture  that emerges as a mosaic,  a beautiful, magical patchwork. Linking with Reena's xploration challenge Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Pretzels, drinks, sweet tarts, a spring picnic on meadows. Litter left behind. Linking with Ronovan Writes Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Overcast day, the sky weeps hard.  Trickling rivulet beyond yard, gathers all tears, glistens like shard.  Wild, raw and impassioned freedom. Linking with Ronovan Writes Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Huge empyrean blueprint, cosmic design, smallest of atom, every gluon and quark,  abiding orders, roles, nature did assign. Not coincidence, never impromptu, hark! Neither spontaneous , nor unplanned, offhand, leaves that tremble, every single grain of sand.  Sans reason, no leaf falleth, no granules move, yet, sitting in frigid cabins, strive to prove. Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

The darkness destroys. Murkiness of ignorance, the oblivion, the inscience impairs us. And in this twilight, in this lightlessness, Thee smears my eyes with the kohl of knowledge.  Thee blesses me with a salve,  a medicated,  healing ointment of wisdom. Blessed am I,  with Thy mercy and Thy grace,  angelic, seraphic souls guide me, essentially, to a path that is ablaze and aglow with pearls of sagacity.  Shady denseness is dispelled.  O dear! Thy divine favor be,  I am radiant within. Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

Replete with cliché mushiness,  and cheesy dialogues, that's how all love stories are. Impacable feelings, impossible to reign in. Theoretical chemical reactions  work their magic in this mortal structure,  primarily made of hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, nitrogen,  the pioneer ingredients of all life,  blending effortlessly  with a fleet of other elements.  The village is painted red,  with glare of passion. A stereotype romantic tale,  so easy to visualize.  A guest knocks on the chamber called heart, and the sentry called brain fails to announce  the arrival of storm called love. Thunderous reverberations of life follow.  Approximate rhymes become melodious songs. And there's inexplicable, mystifying fixation with one another.  We can not allow love. For a simple reason that it does not seek permission. But slowly, gradually, we find  that our eventides are suffused with crimson. Try as we might. Linking wit...