Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. (1 Peter 5:6–7)

The Trance of something Godly is still making its way to me always. The loneliness may be one reason and the mind is ever seeking the need of a Soul who can bestow in happiness in me. When I used to watch the beautiful flowers in the shrubs and bushes, I really can see my God in them. The waiting for the love has paved way to the Godliness in me and all my words utter just one thing and that is my Lord, the Father of this World.  The sleep is more now and the dizziness is keeping me nauseated and trance going on in a vivacious way. The divine has bored his love on me that I completely forget the outside world and am into the deep state of elation which every mind needs. As far as my life is concerned every part of my mind is full with the consciousness of that deep love. Nurturing is the toughest part in this. Serving God means serving the needy but how can we do this? It is the toughest part when doing goodness to “you” itself is a busy schedule. Although I have the divine lo

As I was dripped away by the warm waters At the shore And yet another spring has arrived Maxims glory on God I nurtured Ruined and annihilatied my piousness The cornored self in the vent of a pure love Murmured gently the illness and agony The ocean mixed with the crimson red Of the morning sunrise Lying down with a bare feet and cried He is a saint of a smile with curls And the plume brigtened his face glory I was honoured well and I cried I cried and cried... I can only glorify him and no other task will fit me... All in all I can only Glorify my Saint My Lord and my Beloved

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek

It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust ..Samuel Johnson.

You may be a warrior of wind And can cast a disturbance of what may Truth of this light and love I have mentally put up what is right The initiative of a hell lot I have done for you Still the temptation haven’t gone past me But for the sake of destiny Which have put a wrath of a time on me… So please May I take this step of what may Call me a duper of a love so awesome I don’t need a chasm of merriment of life But a life filled with peace of what may To me I have gone much and Had the heck of the mental scrutiny on me There are times when the pros and cons are weighed And I find it better to be at a side Full of warmth of love and innocence I am an owner of this destined love And I have plenty of feelings of warmth and assurance Rather than a love which may never come It is a fairy tale and I got immersed in the beauty chime But it was just a mirror of images The Holocaust has come to an end Diamonds and gems I wished out of a love Never to bypass again i