This post is an extension to my previous blog post ‘Black. White. Grey.’ You can read it HERE. And this one is for an intrigued reader: I hope I’m able to satisfy your curiosity by the end of it.
In the earlier post I had written, “If you think of putting your faith into someone or some organisation, consider it as putting a piece of your soul into it.”
Well, once you’ve put down your faith into an entity (mind you, after a lot of pondering over it), treat it as if it’s a part of your wealth which you’ve locked into a treasure box and kept away. There might be times when you’ll fall in doubts or when somebody instigates you against it when the winds aren’t blowing in the favourable or desired direction, BUT hold on to your conviction unless you’re disproven.
The Holy Bible says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.”
I’d like to amend it and put it as, “Have faith in yourself and lean completely on your conviction until the end. After all what is faith if it doesn’t endure when we are tested most.”
Until next time folks.
Oh! There you are again
I can see you now
As I look up at the mountain range
Sitting at my window pane.
Years have gone by
But you’re still the same
A fragment of my imagination
Still intact and unchanged.
‘Oh little girl, how does it feel?
To be surrounded by clouds
In a little hut, on a cliff?
With a fireplace to keep you warm
And white mittens that feel so soft
The hot cocoa at your desk
The music on the radio flirting in the air
The raindrops tip-tapping on your glass
The tiny shoes you put on for a dance
The twinkling yellow lights that adorn your bed
The fairytale books that are piled up in your rack
The chiffon curtain which play with the winds
The cozy little bed that you jump in
Your little friends that come by and play
The fresh baked muffins that your mom makes
The cheers and laughter you all share
With no worries there to bear.’
‘Oh Little Girl,
How does it feel?
When you look down upon the world
In which I live in.
Do you wonder too
What would it be like
To be down here
And live a life?’
It ain’t mean here
But people hurt each other at times
It ain’t bad here
But hypocrisy is their favourite crime
It ain’t sad here
But laughter ain’t genuine all the time.
Love, too, has its place here
But the conditions that come along
Are hard to bear.
I’m told this is the real world
But why then,
Masks are what people wear.
‘Oh Little Mountain Girl,
Stay where you are
You give me hope for a utopia.
Someday somehow I’ll come to you
And together we’ll take a look
At the world below.’
Until next time folks.
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This one is from my archives. This piece was in my diary since quite a while now, I think, now was the right time to publish it.
Life’s been pretty surprising lately. In both, good and bad ways. It turns out that the bad is always followed by the good. Like, it is some law of nature.
The past few months have been constantly slapping me with questions right across my face about my faith and belief. And in this trial of time, I thought, that I had LOST! Yes. the fundamentals in which I had put in my faith, seemed to have trembled and its foundation crumpled.
I momentarily stood as a person without faith! And as they say- “Faith is a gift, which I am yet to receive, again!”
In such a moment, I felt blindfolded, with no idea where to go. The death of belief made it impossible to even seek help from somebody. But one must remember to turn on the light when it gets dark. And the exact happened.
With all the chaos in my head, I tried to find my calm. I was constantly in search for the answers to my questions. And when the time was right- just perfect- as if God was set to play his moves, I got my answers unexpectedly. And all at once, the sky was clear, the dark clouds vanished, the ray of light carrying hope and joy and satisfaction touched my soul with its tenderness and warmth.
And right now, while sitting under the halogen bulb, out in my verandah, in front of my lush green garden, I can see the twinkling stars, shining away in all their glory and smiling at me. Thinking back to all that had occurred, I realized, it’s OKAY to panic at times! It’s OKAY to feel the dark and despair at times! What’s not okay is to give in and succumb to it. What’s important is to keep looking and figure out. What’s needed is to be patient with a belief- that it will all be Okay!
And dear reader, it is important to understand- there are days that ask questions, but don’t forget to remind yourself- there will come a day to answer them!
It’s quarter past 1 at night. With the early winter breeze blowing and the slight light coming from the street lamp at a distance, a night person like me cannot ask for more to have the perfect ambience. After a long day’s work nothing soothes me more than the sound of my xylophone. So, I bring it out and start to play. The notes go haywire for a while, but soon I set my hands in the rhythm of the melody n play! Ah, my mind is traveling to a parallel universe it seems. The melodious vibrations striking softly onto my ears give me the eternal joy. I can feel the peaceful calm of the breeze being personified by the symphony surrounding me. A million thoughts cross my mind but I succeed to surpass them.
My eyes shut, hands in the repetitive motion and the sweet early winter breeze kissing my cheeks and caressing my hair, I find my heaven in my garden. Just then I realize, no matter what all went through the day, I am happy now. How insignificant and minute my problems seem to me at this moment.
The night’s stillness has me engrossed in its wraps. With my eyes closed, my thoughts are now flowing in some unknown and unexplored direction. Can it be possible? I ask myself. I am drawn to the ideas which once seemed far fetched. But it is happening. I am looking at a wider horizon. The possibility of the change, the possibility of a newer and a fresh tomorrow seems tangible now. The disappointment of past tragedies and failure sheds away. I am a new me. With a whole new vibe of positivity I open my eyes. A faint smile appears on my face. My hands come to a pause immediately and my xylophone gets a rest. And now I hear the sweetest melody of all, the one my heart makes now. Oh! This midnight symphony I’d missed since far too long, and today I hear it again!
Only when you can hear someone’s heartbeat, you can experience the most beautiful melody.