Wednesday, August 11, 2021

To my Daughters and Sons


As grey strands appear and wrinkles set in

A prayer rises from deep within

For though love seeks the presence near 

It's your joy that's even more dear 

And it's freedom in  every meaning


As the river flows always to the sea 

It rains to quench the all receiving ground 

And the vapours rise in prayers to the sky 

May I see you rise to your dreams

Love that once bound now setting free 


Like a tree rooted in the ground 

To this earth I am bound

And I reminisce the love that transpired 

Though not always been obvious 

In my heart  etched in iron memorized 


Were you close to me my child

Like the sun to me would you provide

But even afar your  soothing happiness

 Like the moonlight would calm my mind 

And so gladly would I take much pride 


Fear not for my plight

For benevolent God fends me 

Despair not in adversity rather rise

And elevate yourself in your destiny

And in it lies my glory








Monday, January 11, 2021

Yearning of a soul

I know not - what shall I asketh of thee O lord

my prayers obscurely piercing the depths of my heart 

probing the meaning of my soul

with some knowing of the mien rarely known

the semblance I refrain from the evanescing zone

 

somewhere in the denial of true credence  

somewhere between my trust flows

through the waters of the divine providence

hitherto there too aporia glides

along with the tears and  fathomless benevolence

 

I ask again incessantly, perpetually through the inestimable sighs

I pray- how do I beseech thee

for  I know not what shall I asketh of thee O lord

the failure of dreams and the dreams of failure

that isn't all that ravages the human soul

 

for what  and what more must I utter sighs

towards the benevolent azure skies

unrelenting  the heart so longs the heart so cries

yet unkown to self are my wants

for I know not what I shall asketh of  thee O lord

 

 


 

 


Wednesday, January 6, 2021

A silent little prayer

 Teach me O lord how to pray

What all and whatnot to pray

For thou provideth everything

And if I asketh of thee O lord

Is it that I  choose to go astray




Monday, December 21, 2020

 Is it that my heart is so big that I love everyone and not anyone in particular?

Or is it that my heart is so small that I can't love even one with all my heart's fervour?

Monday, October 26, 2020

I'm not the stories that I write
They flow of their own might
carrying a sparkle of what
you may call 
my life