Longing to be with you....

Soft in a cloud of feathers;
to cushion my weary head,
troubles melt quickly into the darkness,
a smile dances over my lips,
eyes close, happy for you..
come to me in my dreams.
Here I touch you, hold you close,
in my thoughts I have you engraved,
imprinted upon on my heart,
my sanity, when you are gone.
I wait, wonder how long will it be?
How long, my love, until you are with me?
I see the dark sky,
laden with precious sparkles,
I smile again, and I picture you,
watching these same stars too
Your name leaves my lips;
the window opens wide,
my kiss blows with the breeze.
When you catch it will you smile?
Sadness sinks his arms around me,
I long to be with you,
to touch with desire,
already in our heart
Come to me, the wind whispers,
come with me, my love,
and dream our sweet dreams,
until reality comes.....<3

My Life....

When I got enough confidence,
The stage was gone.

When I was sure of losing,
I won.

When I needed people the most,
They left me.

When I learnt to dry my tears,
I found a shoulder to cry on.

When I mastered the skill of hating,
Somebody started loving me.

That's my Life in short!!!!

Waiting.....

Blessed are all those who wait for Him. —Isaiah 30:18

When I think of hunters who are so patient when it comes to waiting for deer, I think of how impatient we can be when we have to wait for God. We often equate “wait” with “waste.” If we’re waiting for something (or someone), we think we are doing nothing, which, in an accomplishment-crazed culture, seems like a waste of time.

But waiting serves many purposes. In particular, it proves our faith. Those whose faith is weak are often the first to give up waiting, while those with the strongest faith are willing to wait indefinitely.

When we read the Christmas story in Luke 2, we learn of two people who proved their faith by their willingness to wait. Simeon and Anna waited long, but their time wasn’t wasted; it put them in a place where they could witness the coming of Messiah (vv.22-38).

Not receiving an immediate answer to prayer is no reason to give up faith. —Julie Ackerman Link

Not ours to know the reason why
Unanswered is our prayer,
But ours to wait for God’s own time
To lift the cross we bear. —Anon.

Waiting for God is never a waste of time.

An Entrapment....

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.