The ABC of a Prayer

Poetry does stir the mind. I have always tried to write something that can modify the feelings of the reader as well as the inquisitiveness of his questioning faculties. The below write-up doesn't attempt any of that. It is just a plain portrayal of my relationship with the Lord.

 

This is the ABC of a Prayer.

 

Ask

O Abba!
The love within all righteous,
Partake in the revival of the spirit in me,
Keep strong this mind and feeble heart,
Amidst the vicious..
Mercy mercy.. on my iniquities..

The Cloud In The Hourglass

Hi again.. It has been more than a year since the last time I was on this blog editing something. And I am rekindling the process.

This ink that I had written recently says less about the hope that I saw and more about the reassurance to dream again without thinking of the consequences. One of the not-so-complicated ideas I'm putting forth.. 

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This is 'The Cloud In The Hourglass'

 

 

See that fog? 

It wants to be a cloud... 

See that cloud? 

It wants to be your imagination.. 

The Girl i Wish To See Once More

This is for a girl i met off recent in life.... she's.....the masquerade girl.....

well just read it :)

It's Friday evening....

watching the clock, holding the thought ... 

Trying to talk to my God.....

Praying for the girl I wish to see once more...

I hit my pillow,

Soothing sighs and peaceful highs.... 

melodies of her giggles and smiles... 

Pouring a beautiful thought into the mind....

Only So Much Do I Know

God inspired me to write this..........i do hope this is worth sharing....... :)
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There is only so much a man can tell me of Your love,
One can ponder about the faith in the footsteps on the water,
There is only so much he can say of the breath that breeds life in the air,
About the beauty of the roses on your grave. . . . .

The Last Leaf

An ink which resembles man's hope
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Monsoon is over,
Fall is almost near,
I lay here wrapped in my blanket cover,
Waiting 4 the heartbeats to fade. . . . .

I see a tree by my window pane,
Almost ready to wake to the autumn call,

Leaves on it hustle,
As I see them cease to the wind.......