muted_musings

  I have lived half a century in this world of realism and fantasy And I have made much mistakes and learned a good deal of truths, Seen multitudes of people and spent many days of joy and distress. But of all the moments I have ever lived and will ever live, The moment I knew I'd become a father for the very first time would be marked the highest in my graph of blissful happiness. And it was you my child, who emplaced me in the 'n'th level of ecstasy. I was afraid to release my grip on your cute soft hands And send you to people and places beyond my field of eyes, For I knew the world isn't as lovely as you've dreamt off And that it had handsome monsters extending candies. But above all the fears, I'd to let you go to taste some, To sense the real ones from the fake in the years to come, To bring few tasty toffees to share at home. I remember the days when I had bathed you And clothed you with the new school uniform, With a heart so heavy with t

 I have wondered umpteen times on how I would have survived if I didn't pray. For all the blessings disguised as hardships and harships disguised as blessings that have come my way, I cannot fathom how I would've overcome them if I didn't know my comfort was in prayer.  Every rememberance of Him I utter when I slip to fall and the verses I recite when I'm mesmerised by His creation, unknowingly gives me a sense of being in harmony with a bigger truth.  Tears that wet the cheeks while seeking forgiveness and the eloquent silence that follows, lightens the heavy chest and the piled up files of regret, agony and guilt flies away to disappear into thin air.  The faces that pops up in my mind while praying and the names that are worth a mention are people whose roots are tangled with mine. The connection of holding them in that cold soil is beyond the gentle warmth of a physical hug.  Desires are and will always be in the front and would never forget to mark its presence eve