Sinners

The sky would splinter into pieces so minute and the sun would fall to earth shrouding it with flames and wiping out all traces of water. The trees would scream out cries of disapproval and mountains would stop dead at where they stood, for the mercy Lord showed that day was the least.

Forgiveness, Lord, is what we plead from You, The All-Bounty.

Though I imagine, what if souls on Your land were at a distance so far from one another to sin? What if the sky smiled at all times and the sun glowed from where it stood? What if trees just shed their leaves and mountains opened their valleys below You?

Would we have to ask for forgiveness when we hadn’t sinned, we hadn’t betrayed our Lord, we hadn’t done wrong and all we ever did was love You?

The actual fact under the very core of this fantasy is that this is all but a fantasy. It is the fantasy of all fantasies. The truth is that Lord had made us from the very beginning – sinners!

A little piece of heaven

Lord, since You are The Divine and Celestial, we show our undying love toward You. You are indeed a very strong presence around the very soul in me and it is You who listens to every word I have to say. Then tell me Lord. How massive have You made the universe in which beings are as concise as the universe is massive?

Say that my notion is correct when I say that You, Lord, have held the universe in Your very fist which You will crush on your command declaring that it is time for time to come to a halt. Say, Lord, that in Your other fist You hold beautifully and extravagantly, the heavens yet to be seen by Your loyal subjects.

Lord, the Divine and Celestial, has answered us in a glorious manner the description of heaven. He spoke of the finest offerings and wrote to us souls in perfect, divine scriptures of the sublime panoramas.

You have told us of the bluest skies and greenest of lands…You spoke of the calmest of wide rivers and most silent rustle of leaves… You have told us of the wisest of pundits and sanest of all beings… You have spoken of the easiest ways of life and the angels that are no longer just ordinary visions…

All the glories of heaven! Have us souls stopped to notice? It is surely unlike us to devote some time to tally the wrongs that we have done. In fact, we have spent no time to consider repenting for our sins. Absolutely no sign of appreciation towards His design, the result of a genius mind. His mind, that souls under the heat of the sun need time to unravel. Is this why You created time Lord?

I implore You forgive me! My soul, it belongs to You and You may do with it as you please, but Lord do save me from the wrath of hell and do reserve a place for me in heaven, even a little place would do.

Book of Books

Let the sky not sink its moon, the white light calls in me the deepest thoughts. I wait no longer for the sun to become in the sky so full of secrets. It will rise to bring me yet another day like the one before. What is the purpose of a starry day when the very souls in us have to return to the melancholy situation of the dark?

Ever asked the Lord why the good souls land up wounded? Ever considered what it would be like to live the perfect being? I never have known of the perfect one on the face of this mystical object held up so gracefully in the endless hollow.

Why does anything happen the way it happens? The moon has shown the light, the sun has shown the mighty glow, when will our souls see the light? The light I’d will to see as to where the good beings go.

Where does Lord keep His Book of Books? There, it is written the winding decisions of my life. There it is written a script of my life. My wishes, my commands, my wants, my lust, my love, my thoughts, my search, my death…

Dad

Dad, you move me. I see in you so much loveliness, such that I wouldn’t think everyone is blessed with. You are a true gentleman. Words will fall short of how much you mean to me but I will still put a few moments down.

For all those times you sat by my bed till I fell asleep, for the trouble I caused you when I kept unwell, for your concern that nothing should go wrong in my life; you move me.

For all those times you believed in me and for those when you saw light in me, for when you pulled all stops for me and for such times that you reasoned with me; you move me.

For the moments we shared laughing, for those when you leant your shoulder to a crying me and for all those times you waited till we had a meal together; you move me.

For when you trusted me and knew I would do well, for the times you proudly spoke of my achievements to your friends and for when you saw a professional in me; you move me.

For all the life you gave to me, for all the joy you brought to me and for your undying, unconditional love; you move me.

Many may wonder why I am writing about my love for you so late in life. The sad truth is us kids don’t realize how much our parents mean to us until we have moved away.

The day I got married, I moved away. I cannot forget the look on your face, such happiness with blends of sadness in those eyes. You hugged me tight and choked back tears, only you could tell how hard it was to let go.

But don’t you know? You will always be my bestest man.