Remember me

When words fail me
When I'm left alone
Forsaken and forlorn
None remembers me
My ways are blocked
All are blind to me
Listen to my prayer
My gentle Saviour

When all hate me
And tears are my food
Nothing ever happens
As my heart desired
Glory turns into ashes
At the end of my path
Remember my cry
My gentle Saviour

Restore

Restore in my weakness
When my mortal body
Could carry on no more
And my situation worsens

Have mercy on my soul
When I am left alone
With none to care me
And my situation worsens

Never ever leave me
When I slide back
Remember You no more
And my situation worsens

Lifting up

Lifting my hands to the skies
Where drops of mercy rain
Drench me in Your presence
That my soul be filled

Lifting my eyes to the throne
Where rays of hope shine
Awe me in Your wonder
That my heart will sing

Take me

Take me with You Lord
When You come once again
That my waiting ends
When I see You in the clouds

Take me with You Lord
When the trumpets sound
That my hope fulfills
When I see You high above

Take me with You Lord
When the heavens open
That my heart rejoice
When I see You come again

Ray of Faith

I come humbly empty handed
Hearted heavily with sorrow
The desire for a breeze of hope
With my way lost in the fog
I lift my eyes to the starless sky
Only to find it darkened
The want for a ray of faith
I move on laying my life in You.

The athlete

         I used to participate in running races during my school days. I always have a passion for athletics. Every time I reach the school ground, my spirits are lifted up, no matter how grumpy I am. I spent almost 75 % of my school days in the play ground not because I am a very good player but because playing is my passion. I didn't even stand a chance how to play in my college days mainly because my college did not allow girls to play. In india you will find all such partialities. In the beginning it was very saddening, but gradually I got used to it. Time heals everything.

      Just a few days ago, I happened to hear the story of an athlete who came to our youth fellowship in Church. It was a very interesting one. A spirit booster indeed. It is as follows in his own words.

        ''At the age of 5, I was affected by some strange fever which made my left leg shorter than the right one. After being bed-ridden for months, I started walking with much difficulty. With nothing to do, I started watching all sorts of program in tv and ended up becoming a great fan of sports channels. An ardent desire developed in my heart to become an athlete. You cannot become an athlete with a walking stick. So I gradually developed a new way of walking. Walking with my toes. At first, I felt it funny myself. It took me years to ace in that. My parents were against it in the beginning. But, later on they were the ones who encouraged me. Friends who ridiculed me at first later on became fans of my walking style. Some even call me as ''fast-paced''. Only very few know the reason behind it.

       ''I struggled a lot to participate in the first race. It still remains fresh in my mind as if it happened only yesterday. It was a 200meter race. I was the last one to complete the race. I was almost 100 meters beyond the person who came second last. But still I did not feel humiliated. I actually felt encouraged, for me who was doomed with a walking stick, it was indeed a wonderful miracle.

       ''After a lot of practice, I became the second last to complete the race. It was my first victory. Hard work and faith worked out many miracles. In the following year, I totally won 11 medals. Even doctors were totally amazed. I became the most popular person in my school. I even became a role model for most of the kids in school.

     ''Life is always full of twists and turns. Whenever there is a high tide, you will sure have a low tide following. In one such races, I injured my knee. And the doctors diagnosed it as ligament tear. Once again, I became bed ridden. After lot of commitment, I was able to run once again.

          ''After my school, I joined in a not-so-popular college. Engineering was not at all my stream. But I had to take it in order to please my parents.

          ''If the Lord God wasn't with me, I would have never graduated as a mechanical engineer. I had many back logs which lowered my employability level.

     ''I tried job after job. Attended a lot of interviews. After a lot of prayer, I got a job in central government with a good salary package. That too in my own home town.

          ''If you are passionate about something, nothing can ever be a hindrance to it''

Earrings...

Did a simple earring and added a stone to it...

Another one and painted it in bright colors.

Holi.........days

I just love holidays....

Started doing all sorts of stuff that I love as soon as the holidays begun.

Thought of sharing some over here...

  

 Reel of a favorite color

 

An old useless bangle

 

Viola...

Shadow of Thy throne

Desperate, I cling to Your cross
Seek earnestly, Thy gentle face
Worthless, I lift my hands
To the Lord God of hosts.

I seek the shadow of Thy throne
Yield me Thy wonderful mercy
That I maybe free forever,
From the clutches of sin.

LEAD ME ON...

Even when the storms are surging around;
The Eternal Rock that was cleft for me,
The palm that was nailed for this scoundrel,
Hide me from the tempest in Thy lacerated side.

Though the entire world may turn against
Not even one soul stands by my side;
Oh! my Saviour be my shadow at my right,
Hide me under the cover of Thy feathers.

When my cup is filled with grave sorrows,
And melancholy becomes my portion;
Lord fill me with Thy Eternal happiness
That nobody can tear apart from me.

Sword Turned Feather

               India is a wonderful country where you can learn new things at every nook and corner. Filled with vibrant colors and emotions of all sort, people of all ages can be found on the streets.
               Indians are very friendly. You are sure to find them interesting. Their patriotism is beyond measure. Even the fellow who hates himself loves his country. Their culture is something that they treasure so much. Whether they abide with the rules or not, they follow their customs with the greatest sincerity. You will feel a love-filled atmosphere. You will never get lost in India nor feel unloved. There is nothing called as solitude in India.
                Just walk along the streets and you are sure to get entertained. People of all sorts, fat, thin, smiling, frowning, tall, short, with complexion ranging from yellow to brown to black. Girls brightly dressed with their faces painted yellow and their neatly plaited hairs and bright flowers tucked in their jet black hairs. Grooming long hair is something that is extremely desired. With black eyes contoured with black kohl and their shy filled faces. Sarees of all sorts with matching accessories especially long dangling earrings that sparkle in the bright sunlight. Boys in their half pants, checking out the girls. They are a great treat to your eyes.
               The roads filled with vehicles of all sorts ranging from bullock carts to the latest model cars. The quaint towns with a slight tinge of modern India. The vendors shouting every now and then. The roadside shops where a huge crowd can be seen.
               On that particular day, I went to my friend's place to have brunch with her. That day was a very fine one. A pleasant sunny day in which you see happy faces all around. My friend lived in a small village not far from mine. We planned to have our brunch in a roadside chitchat shop. Chitchat shops are very famous in India for their wonderful Indian dishes and of course, they are not hygienic but they are yummy. All sorts of typical tangy Indian dishes, the very sight of which will make your tongue watery.

              I arrived a little early than we had planned. As I waited for my friend, my eyes started gazing around. A man caught my attention. I recognized him easily. He was a well known rogue in that village named Mr. Fierce. The most feared fellow of that area. But, what caught my attention was that, he was surrounded by a group of naughty kids. Some were wrenching his moustache and some were climbing his back. He was so patient. That wasn’t the same Mr. Fierce whom I knew. The kids were cracking jokes and he laughed heartily. He taught them games and they played together. Just then, an ice cream van passed by, he bought ice cream van passed by and he bought them ice creams. Such a stingy man buying the kids ice-creams that was a big surprise. They were having the time of their lives. That revived my old memories. The bell of the ice cream van that will set every child on the street running after it. The kulfi ice that they sell on the streets. Those different colored ice creams. The petty fights we fight for those ice sticks. Once again, the sound of laughter brought my thoughts back to the Earth. He was completely changed. He wasn’t the same felloe whom I knew before. Even though his appearance was the same, it was his character that was completely changed. I felt as if he resembled a saint, who changed from a sinful past and blossomed into something wonderful. It is not so easy for a man to change completely. It wasn’t a mistaken identity. It was him but transformed. I got absorbed in my thoughts just then my friend arrived; late as usual. The first thing I asked her was about Mr. Fierce.

              She just smiled and told “Oh! He got married”

              Now, I badly wanted to see that girl!

Paper Quilled Earrings...

At last, the Sunday evening was spent useful.

The Old Fruit Seller

           Nothing can be as refreshing as getting up early and watching the sunrise. With the fresh breeze brushing against your face, birds flocking the sky, the sun rays beginning to fill the earth the unmatched happiness that you receive.
            Thoughts began to flood my mind. I thought of my Saviour. His love that crossed the borders. No thought is so wonderful as that of my Saviour. Where would I have been if it wasn't but my Lord. I would be in the streets empty-stomached. But the Lord was too gracious to me. He thought of saving this wretched fool. He blessed me abundantly. Blessed me beyond measure. Lifted up my head and raised me to the position that I wouldn't even dream of.
            With a thankful heart I started my day. Got ready for my daily work. Humming my favourite song, I watered my plants and made breakfast. My day has started. With a beautiful note. Today I went even earlier to the bus stop (well, that is something that doesn't happen very often.). Got into my bus, found a window seat and started watching the road. Everything seemed to be moving backwards. It was like rewinding.
             The green trees that lined both sides of the road. The autumn leaves were seen everywhere. Kids were playing on the roads. Farmers were on the fields sowing. Youngsters were playing cricket on all the empty plots. Girls giggled on their way to the college. All those happy faces maximised my joy.
              A sharp cry from the back seat brought my thoughts back to the bus. A cute little child was crying. Babies are always so amazing. They melt even the stone-hearted. The entire bus was lively. A group of women were gossiping about some celebrity. A gang of boys at the back was making fun of their teachers. A nun sat in front of me saying some prayers with the rosary. An uncle with a big moustache was reading a daily. Another two uncles sat discussing politics. A little girl was playing with a Barbie doll. There was also a marriage crowd. The marriage season in India had just begun. The women were brightly dressed in silk sarees (the traditional dress of India) and their heads covered with flowers. Some boys were standing on the footboard. (They think its cool. Once again that is something that they learned from the movies.) To spend the peak hours in the bus, all these things are very common.
             Apart from all this, music was banging from the bus speakers. Some song from the latest movie released. India has a great craze for movie. The conductor was shouting for tickets.
             There was an old lady sitting at one corner not taking part with the rest of the crowd. Something in her resembled my grandmother. Nobody wished to sit near her. She was all alone by herself. A big basket sat in front of her indicated that she was a fruit seller from the nearby town. She awoke my sympathy. So I got up and sat by her side.
              She looked at me with a smiling face. In a few couple of minutes we were chatting like old pals. She shared with me her story. Here it is in her own words.....
                ''Its really rare to see girls like you who are willing to sit near an old lady like me. Your parents have brought you up well. I am very unfortunate. I'm very afraid that I didn't bring up my children very well. I should have taught them how to care for their parents in their old age
                ''God is always just. He repays everyone according to one's own actions. He is now repaying for what I did in my youth.
                ''I enjoyed my youth without taking care of my parents. Now, I am reaping my own deeds back. I never helped any old person. I lived as if I was never going to age. I enjoyed my childhood so much. In my youth I worked hard and attained a position that was impossible for my parents to even dream of.
               ''I had a life without lack. Had a wonderful husband. He passed away just a few years ago. And my strength is failing me now. My children refuse to take care of me. Even my own grandchildren hate me. I have become a burden to all. I still have to work for every morsel that I eat.
               ''With nobody to hire me now, I took up this fruit basket to earn my living. Nobody should come to my state. My daughter-in-law refuses to feed me. And my son always leans to her side. He never thinks that it was I who educated him.
              ''I feel left out and unwanted. Please bring up your children in the best way. I hope you will do so.''
              I felt sorry for the old lady. I spoke a few words to her about my Saviour. And promised that I will pray her. Just then my bus arrived at the stop and I got down with the thought how blessed it is to have a wonderful family.

The Wait

Day and night I await your arrival
That never seems too near nor ends
With my eyes fixed on the rusty road
My ears tuned to the sound of your steps

It seems like waiting for the train
That is way too delayed and late
With my hopes anchored on the clouds
My doubts raised at the very arrival of yours

Did I wait in vain all these many days?
My hopes are shattered like glass
Into pieces that can't be gathered
But will pierce anything that touches

After reaching the level indicated as
Beyond recovery, irreparable, useless
I was enlightened, eye opened, to move on
And one day you will regret it....

The Autobiography Of A Tree

        To be born as a tree in this life is what I consider as a wonderful boon from the Almighty. You get to indicate all the four seasons, who like fairies come and leave their imprints on you. The sun-drenched summer, the awesome autumn, the sparkling spring, and the white cold winter revolve around with their dainty mischieves and spreading love to all those who behold!
       With the beautiful bright sun bathed branches in summer and all the golden yellowish orange leaves in autumn, covering the entire path where people just tread along for the sole love of it! Beautiful bright green leaves during spring time along with lovely pink blossoms. With little kids running all around and the snow covered branches in winter giving the complete feel of Christmas and birds chirping all the yearlong and the satisfaction you get when both people and animals take shelter under your branches is unmatched.

        You live more than anybody else. You watch as seasons, years and decades pass by. You notice how time plays with the life of men. It touches them with its harmful fangs and they suffer a lot. They lose all they have and become empty handed. They even die being the victims of time. Sometimes, it has got a soft corner for people and people live peacefully and go to their grave in good gray hairs.

         I have seen the life of many people. I know how people are and how their generations will be. I have seen how the children of the righteous prosper and how the children of the wicked suffer. I have seen how the world has changed since my birth. Now I wish to share it with you…

         I will never forget the little boy who planted me in his beautiful and wonderful backyard. It wasn’t actually very good when he planted me. But he did turn it into a beautiful garden as years passed by. That is our home. Our heaven.

         The life of a man is entirely related to the place where he lives. It defines him. It gives character. The way he keeps his place speaks a lot about him. I thank God for His plan to make me planted in this wonderful family. He watered me every day, played around me. As I grew, he grew along with me. We were inseparable. Years passed by, he became a man, got married and had children. He built a swing using rope and a plank. They enjoyed each and every day of their life around me. They even built a tree house on me. And I let then enjoy shook my branches and played along with them. His children loved me even more. I became a part of their family, a part of them. I took part in all their happy events and have been a great support during their troubled time.

          The children grew up and they went away for college. That bored a bit but still the intimacy grew. Their got aged. The children came back, got married and they too had lovely kids.

          Thus, I have seen four generations of that lovely boy as a sapling. As years went by, the highways wanted to cut me down as they had to extend the road. The entire family cried along. At the end, they decided to turn me into a wonderful and grand table. Thus, I became their heirloom. I will still continue to be a part of their family for generations to come.

PLEASE DO LOVE TREES AND PLANT THEM. LET US MAKE MOTHER EARTH GREENER….

That voice in the wilderness

"The coolest boy in the class" was one thing that Bobby ever wanted. He would have given anything for that. Hailing from a middle class family, his mother always refused to buy him all the costly gadgets that he asked for. This was the main reason why he disliked his mother. He was the most disobedient student in his class. Disliked by all, scorned by the boys, mocked by the girls, friendless and lonely, his grudge was his only companion all his way through.

Bobby hated the life that he had to lead. He always believed that it was Providence’s fault that he was unable to live the life that he desired the most. Not even once he felt that there was a mistake on his part

Bobby’s widowed mom worked day and night to make both ends meet. In order to take care of her two children, Bobby’s mother toiled with sweat and blood. Neither his mother’s relatives nor his father’s relatives helped them. Being caught in the whirl of poverty, Bobby’s mother struggled a lot to come out. Bobby’s father had died a few years ago. His father worked for U.S. Navy. Bobby seldom saw him. They didn’t even receive his body when he died.

Bobby never missed his dad. It was all the same to him. But he did miss the money that he used to send his family. Bobby became even more solitary after that. There was none in this world except his mom who would worry about him.

Bobby though he was well aware of his family’s situation, he never reacted towards the welfare of his family. He was the back bencher of his class. His report card always showed red lines. He hated school so much and even more he hated his home. He considered his ever-crying sister and his ever-tiring mom as a complete nuisance. His life was a living hell. He neither studied nor helped his mom nor took care of his little sister.

His thrift store clothes were smelly and his socks stank like decayed fish. Seldom had he stayed home. He would wander all around the city watching the rich spoilt kids as they enjoy their rich childhood.

According to Bobby, God was just another concept that failed miserably. But Bobby’s mother prayed day and night for his well-being. Bobby hated the very word called “Church”. Every Sunday morning, he would be an early riser. He will rise up early and get out of the house as soon as possible so that, he needn’t go to the Church.

That particular Sunday, Bobby felt at the bottom of his heart that something terrible was going to happen. The following day, he had a parent-teacher meeting. As usual, he did not tell his mom. But this time, his teacher called his mom and informed her. He fought terribly with his mom, when she asked him regarding that meeting.

He had to go with his mom with a 6’o clock face. Well, his teacher did complain a lot to his mom. Bobby got a feel that he never had before. “Guilty conscience”. Well, he had no way to escape that feel. To make the situation even worse, his mom refused to talk with him.

Unable to escape that feel, he ran away from his home. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him.

At last, he reached some place, he didn’t know where. There was nobody around for miles. Now, he felt like crying. He cried at the top of his voice, with nobody to hear him, or to more precise, he thought so. He neither knew how many hours he cried nor did he know when he fell asleep.

He was aroused by a terrible wind. He sat wondering where he was. He took his watch and saw the time. It was out of order. With nothing to do, he sat thinking about all the incidents that happened to him that day.

Then suddenly, he heard a clear voice. It was so calm and still. He looked around and saw no one. But, the voice was so distinct. It called him by his name. “Bobby”. “Bobby, what are you doing here?”

He shouted back “I don’t know. How am I supposed to know?” He heard that voice again. Now, it was more like an order. “Go home.”

A sort of fear seized him. He walked straight home. His mom sat on the doorstep waiting for his arrival. She was sorrow stricken. For the first time after many years, he hugged her.

He told her all that had happened. He was very afraid that his mom would be angry with him. On the contrary, she smiled and told him the story of Hagar and Paul.

That day, Bobby’s life changed. He studied well and as he grew, he became a powerful servant of God.

God can change anybody’s life. Only God can bring diamonds out of miry clay.

For your life....

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The story of the kingfisher

Long time ago in the city of Permin, where all the Perminates are wonderful fishers, ruled by the wonderful king Peradim, our story of the Kingfisher begins...

                   King Peradim was the wonderful fisher of the entire Permin. He fished every day and every night. He aced in the skill of fishing. He had a flawless knowledge about every nook and corner of the river that ran around Permin. The very emblem of the Permin kingdom is the beautiful symbol of fish. You will find all kinds of fishes there. Fishes somersaulting blissfully, diving enthusiastically, having a wonderful time...

                   One day, which the Peraminates now call as the day of Peradim, the king Peradim went fishing. He fished from morning to evening without a single catch. He wondered aloud "Where did all the fish go today?” He was beginning to feel very disappointed. As darkness began to envelope the city, he thought of giving a one last try. He took the best bait that he had, gathered his entire strength, and gave a one last attempt.

                   To his surprise, he did catch a fish, a big one too. The skin of the fish glimmered in wonderful colors of the rainbow, whose colors reflected on the waters of the river. It was the most beautiful one he had ever seen in his life.

                   He was shocked beyond words when the fish began to talk. It pleaded him for mercy. It said “Please Peradim, I am just like you, I am the king of the river Peradim.

                   “Please leave me back into the river.”

                   Peradim thought for sometime. He thought about the pity state of the fish. Then he thought about the disappointment that he would have to face if he returns back to the palace empty handed. With the latter thought overcoming the former, he decided to take the fish home. The fish still continued to plead. When it realized that he was not going to leave it alone, it thought of a very smart plan. It challenged him saying “I challenge you for a game. If you win, you can take me home. If not, I will change you into another form.”

                   Without a second thought, Peradim agreed.

                   The fish continued…

                   “The challenge is very simple. If you will contain water in the raiment that you have, you can take me to your home.”

                   Yup… You guessed it right!

                   Peradim failed to a fish! And the fish turned him into a fish. He is still now a wonderful fisher. He continues to fish with grace. From that day on he got his second name, by which you all know him as “The Kingfisher”. The Peraminates still celebrate the day as the day of Peradim or as the day of fishing.