Wayfarer's window!

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, A broken and a contrite heart-These, O God, You will not despise. Psalm 51:17 I have only been doing, what I've believed a friend should do, I have been praying hard, things will work out best for you. These are seasons for our trails, There are reasons for our tears, But no matter how things are turning out, And no matter how deep your scars, I hope that a day will come, when your sorest wounds are cured. And by the sacrifice, your dreams and hopes assured. Refrain: For I am a friend with only one wish that I can make for you, And I am a friend with only one tear, that I can shed for you. So my simple wish and my solitary tear, I hope they can do they best to bring a balm and cure. And I hope some day, I see you flying high. And I hope some day, I see you in the sky. I am walking now, in a preordained way. Our roads, who knows may or may not meet some day. Don't look when I'm not around. Don't search where I can...

With a strange role to play amidst changing circumstances, mine may be the reverse of what I have always been.....quiet! Yet, "to everything there is a purpose, a time for every purpose under heaven"...and , there is "a time to keep silence and a time to speak". Time and again I look at words and the power they contain. Used in the right spirit and context it has the power to heal and again it is words that destroy homes and nations. It is said that "we all stumble in many things. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a perfect man." Often we try to disguise our words, to hide our inner most thoughts and feelings. However words have this strange habit of slipping out and revealing our true intents and nature. No matter what external circumstances dictate and no matter how we internally try to reorganise, it does not take much for words to reveal whom we really are. I have been dumb, I cannot speak, my words flow through my fingers. The times of de...

The pieces of my life lie scattered, Some here, some there, Like the incomplete Jigsaw puzzle. Only You, who sees from the higher window, Know how each piece fits in, and when! Till then, help me walk with the assurance That You, the Author and Perfector, of my faith…. are keeping that which I have committed, Unto You, against that day.

Knotter's inspiration comes from the viewers of the blog. Sometimes its a pleasure to have peristant viewers who raise up the statistics charts. Blog posts however, suffer from being terribly one sided. Nonetheless, in the mist of the cyberworld, this poem hopes to reach back to my faithful readers and viewers and convey to them my gratefulness and thank them for being my inspiration. There's a shadow in the mist. Its following me around... it walks on gentle muted toes, it's footprints can't be found. Oh! for the curtains of the mist to be drawn to clearly show; the silent whispers of the wind, and the thoughts only they would know! But, no matter what the words they say as for me the feeling's warm, The shadow stealthily comes and goes, and it means me no hurt or harm. Only one wish, now I have, to tell this fleeting ghost, and give him all my heart felt thanks, for trailing me the most! Wow, now there is a nice song just for you, my ardent r...

Despite the sad circumstances, I did get an oppurtunity to visit home once again. The entralling beauty of the hills mesmerised me like  every other time. Its a joy to watch the clouds rise up from the valleys and the rains drench the land. The incessecant waters seem to have a strange enchantment. Its almost as if they can wash every sorrow and pain. This makes me wonder if a bit of heaven was sent to earth when these hills were made. Here goes my simple poem, my ode to the hills, that I call my earthly home. While wisps of clouds rise with their wings and drench me with their souls, The winding road trudges up the hill here and there, I find it rolls. The sunrays here, are quick to go; the fog it lingers on. My home is there among the hills, and I its wandering son. The green it gets more greener still, and skies with clouds surround. If silently heaven had shed a tear, here it would be found! 

This poem is dedicated to my uncle who chose seldom to leave and often remain in our home...and helped keep and build it. In that, no matter how far our marriages, work and trades took us, we always knew we had a home to return to. Tonight, he is no more with us, and the emptiness creeps in every corner of our home. We are afraid that without him, our home may never be the same again. Tonight we mourn much at your loss. For who can now replace you? The vacuum you have left behind, We know not what we are to do! You have held this lonely bastion, which we have called our home. We like birds have flown our nest, But you have fend for it alone. We often changed the places of our trade, And far and wide we flew; But when it meant our coming home… Your surely being there we knew. Now we look around this place, Where every brick resonates of you; And find the spirit of this home, Somehow bereft without you. Can we pray for a guardian spirit, To come and hold back what...

What does one do when a loved one is diagnosed with a terminal illness? One can perhaps only pray for God's mercies and healing. There are many spiritual promises but there are also plain physiological laws and rules that govern disturbances in the body's organs and systems and their consequences. As someone caught between the physical and the spiritual worlds, I can only have one murmur of hope. That, the one who has created every law to govern every system can choose at times to tilt the scales. At this point I feel, that if the scales are to be tilted, then somehow I have a greater role to play... a role not only of an interceder or an arbitrator..but also of an extension of the hands of the Healer Himself. Open wide the gates, that, Have held the waters so. The rivers of Your awesome grace, Now needs to freely flow. I am waiting keen, expectant; To be drenched and fully drown.. Oh! for your tides of love To fill me toe to crown! Lord, I am so eager, To be washed and then to...