Grief shared or personal is intense and potent a bolt from the blue it strikes universally without any reservations
A dark ominous cloud it descends and shadows sunshine and augurs unwanted transformation 
Bewildered you gaze and struggle to gauge the devastation and helplessly yield in resignation 
As cautiously you tread to retrieve the fragments of bygone bliss keen shards bleed the festering wounds and dull all sensation.

Grief is a long journey arduous and daunting across barren arid lands unrehearsed untrained a stupendous endeavor mandatory to be  accomplished
A journey unforeseen unplanned and unwished inadvertently chaotic to stumble to falter undecided
Coursing angry roads with myriad pitfalls and shallows steering through damned alleys blind curves till sensibility is grounded
Vacillating over torments anguish and unfounded frivolous  reproach some conflicting passions which surge unabated.

Grief is an intruder a faceless manifestation stealthily it ensconces in numbed spaces and shattered aspiration 
A vile trespasser…

Leaves are green, breeze is cool and serene

Parrots fly from tree to tree

Light drizzle falls rhythmically

Sky is still cloudy and calm

No lightning to alarm like screams

I remember my friend Tazeen

I miss her smile, soft voice and purity

I never thought she will die so soon

Leave me alone to mourn

Leaves are green, breeze is cool and serene

Parrots fly from tree to tree

Light drizzle falls rhythmically

Sky is still cloudy and calm

No lightning to alarm like screams

I remember my friend Tazeen

I miss her smile, soft voice and purity

I never thought she will die so soon

Leave me alone to mourn

Started the year with no clue.

The fever called Covid-19 was not new

It was surfing before last year end

Now we got masked faces in the streets

Robbers are getting away and so are thieves.

You can not catch who you can not see

Nor touch , for social distancing is a must 🙂

Who will we turn to, who can we trust?

No one can find a vaccine or medicine

We are left to die and turn to dust!

Life is all about…Love…trust..and wisdom

Life is full of surprises , laughter and passion

Life is all a dream..lived with open eyes

Life is a story..we repeat or live till we die

But..then few people become legends that stay alive

and we  never  live without them..even for a while

Waheed Murad ..the actor-director-producer..has made impression on hearts..he will live in our heart beats..forever…and without much effort..he still remains chocolate hero..though he died in 1983..but..we never feel that he is dead..and gone.. we can see him in all those  movies and songs..and it is still entertaining..still lively..

My dear Blogger Friends, Good Morning and God Bless you. 

I am up early today, lOL

Later,

Pat.

IT’S NEVER TOO LATE (TO BE USED BY GOD

Sisters in Faith

It was a big thing for Elisabeth and her husband, Zacharias to be called “blameless” before God. Zacharias was of the priesthood, and he and Elisabeth had both dedicated their lives to the faith; they lived righteous lives before God. God honored them in their old age by answering their long-time, silent prayer—He sent them a child. This special child would carry with him a mighty purpose for the kingdom of God. A child such as this needed parents who possessed great faith. After all, how could a child in the womb be filled with the Holy Spirit if his mother was not? Elisabeth thought her usefulness was coming to an end as she served God beside her husband for many long years. But, to God, her steadfast faith was reason enough to call Elisabeth into a new…