There is no ache like loving a curious one who chases every falling star and never catching one- who comes and sees and conquers and leaves.

Hopeful

Endless voyage, wind blows and strikes me- 

I'm in full grip of the rope anchored to You, My Lord. 

Struggling, failing, succeeding, mourning, celebrating.

 Like a tilting beam-my life is fluctuating. 

I trust You and in Your Mercy I truly believe in.

 I am hopeful because of You. 

I am fighting this battle because I know I can win. 
By Your Will, I know I can! 

You Don't Know Me

You look at me like I'm well 

but you never know 

I've gone through the depths of hell. 

Open your heart 

 extend the horizon of your mind

 Don't be blind

 You may know the book 

but not the story. 

Staring blankly at infinity, random memories and thoughts come across my mind. I'm weary. Those were the old days gone swiftly.  But content I am. I don't need to relive the feelings- they are history. But no, this mind tells me otherwise, ruins me with thoughts of what could have been. No! I know my heart found its tranquillity in this very place and time. Solitary way-yes it might be- but I feel this path is far worthy than whatever had come before me. 

So Tell Me Who are You?

It is not right for you to forsake your brother because of one or two faults that you find in him, especially if the rest of his character is honourable  As we know, perfection for any one of us is unattainable. How is it that you want someone to possess a specific pattern of characteristics when your soul- which is the closest of souls to you-does not always obey your commands? What right do you then have to expect another person’s soul to follow your orders? A poet said: “You seek a cultivated person who is free from defects, but does the aloe exude a pleasant odour without smoke.” 

Afterall

image by Kartini Hs

For what should have and should have not been, for what was hoped and what wasn't, for the successes and failures, for the victories won and accidental triumphs, for the smiles and tears, for the joys and pains, for the hellos and farewells, for the gratefulness and regrets, for all that made me me, and made you you. For all that we are- broken at once but whole after all, weakened by heartaches yet stronger than ever. Nothing on this transitional life could ever escape the sweetness of downfalls and the tragedy of happiness. We shall live, we will thrive, we will survive. 

Masquerading

What is the sense of all the bounties of the letters of the book if at the moment when they are needed the most, they seem to be frozen, engulfed to the soil, paralyzed  in vain and nothing more. Nay, it is not about the battles you fought or the victor you claim yourself to be but the manner how you fought that will define the honour that you might have long sought. Shattered and disturbed, my mind I couldn't afford to tame, free and random thoughts inside I couldn't contain. Were you you, or were you masquerading?