Two Person Inside Me
‘Dad, you know, I’m trying very hard.’Thank you for reading this post, don’t forget to subscribe! ‘Yes, I knew it. And we need to keep trying.’ We were talking about trying to be a good person. However, there is no word to describe, succinctly, the task of keeping the good and bad side of us
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Every Person Has Their Own Story – II
Every person has their own story Some love lost is worth reading Not every person gets detoured Yet somehow heartbreak’s common We all have a life to live once Some are late finding the right path.Thank you for reading this post, don’t forget to subscribe! Every person has their own story Some willingly share to
My Mid-June Reflections
The morning air was heavy, my body still weary, from our visit hometown visit in the countryside. City life and its atmospheric pressure are heavy and tiresome, especially the quality of the air we breathe, in our city. I’m less energized than expected as I woke up in the morning. It was June – outside
Every Person Has Their Own Story – 1
Every person has their own story Some share it to the world Hidden stories are made open Open stories are made to hide Yet they’re out in open for good If it’s for the good of many.Thank you for reading this post, don’t forget to subscribe! Every person has their own story All stories would
Is My Father Still Living?
‘Daddy, you must have really missed your father?’Thank you for reading this post, don’t forget to subscribe! ‘Yes, I did. But he’s living in a better place now.’ It surprised me at first, as I did not expect it from him at this young age. He knew, in his mind, because he loves me too.
Tough Love
“I could have died if you’d have loved me more,” wailed a tough child who is struggling hard to protest against the tough love of his father. In a sense, he was simply trying to cover up his mistakes by a loud wailing like the vixens who couldn’t endure the cold wintry nights in the
Deleting the Past
One fine day I was busy re-arranging my books and notebooks, which were mostly half-a-decade old. It was a great reminiscence of the bygone years. The past had its meaning, especially the short notes in one paragraph or two in the blank pages summed up my condition during those days.Thank you for reading this post,
Alive By Your Grace
Don’t know where life’s heading The pain and sorrow, too heavy for me Wasn’t grace not showered upon me? Still, moving forward’s my only way It’s Your help, almost missed it!Thank you for reading this post, don’t forget to subscribe! Should I be going by my will I’ll be long gone with no traces left
Bitter Sweet Life
‘No-o-o-o, not again,’ I screamed inside of me. I can hear my voice at first but it gets diminishing within minutes.Thank you for reading this post, don’t forget to subscribe! It’s going to happen, going by my instinct, I could sense it. Yet there’s hardly anything I could do except praying for me and my
The Word In My Dream
It’s not a matter of being prophetic nor involved in deep spiritualism. However, it happened to me a number of times that I had received the word – verses of the Bible, in my dreams, from time to time. It always was a blessed time and pleasant experience indeed.Thank you for reading this post, don’t
