When the heart was anaesthetized
Leaving feelings racing.
Our minds went blank-
Tongues tied-
Hands paralyzed.
I waited to hear laughter
Instead heard the pin drop in the silence
Every sinew bled
Yet not a drop of blood drained.
The body went weightless
With exhaustion.
All senses, senseless
No answers- only questions.
Questions and skepticism- from morn to night,
And morn again.
Finally tis was decided,
Instead of folding arms
Going round in circles, weakening
Our breaths, Ourselves,
To fold our hands and hold on tight;
Awaken our spirits
And thank Him for the life forces.
It worked before- it should now;
And it is always going to get you through.
This miracle is a blessing from above
A spark will brighten and open a door for you.
A mother, father or somebody in a responsible position often undergoes this dilemma! Many look up to him/her for assistance, answers and solutions! But when one has puzzles of his own to be solved and hurdles to be crossed over and doubts to be cleared.... then on whom he can look for solutions other than God! When we leave our burden and all anxieties to God, surprisingly we see new doors opening before us! This has been my experience too Roop! A lovely write!
Right Roop! We lay our faith unto God and ask His guidance whatever our plans... It is not fate who lays our destiny it it us who made our destiny and not the fate alone... He is there to guide us in every step we make.. Truly there are times we seek help from our friends and love ones but no one there to lean on.. But this is the time to find out who is true to us and who is the real one.
Oh! What a great write it is. Very nicely envisioned and aptly presented. Excellent phraseology. The lines I like most are ... This miracle is a blessing from above A spark will brighten and open a door for you. Many thanks dear madam, may God strengthen your poetic inculcation. ....10
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I am happy you hit upon the one and only solution to all human woos - leaving everything in God's hands. This poem is a wonderful write, Roop-ji.