Me and my thoughts

What is worship? Is it the silent prayer I whisper in my heart? Is it the tear I let out in despair? Is it the mass and meeting I attend? Is it the act of kindness? Do I shout to get his attention? Do I chant every prayer in the book? Worship to me is unique It is heartfelt chat I have with him It is the fight with him when I sad It is the silent thanks I offer for the smallest miracle It is the demand for my right It is the acceptance of his plan It is my trust in him

I always grumbled about happiness It always seemed to skip me I focussed so much on the negatives That I almost drowned in sorrows My laughter sounded false to my own ears And I did make a huge emphasis on it I wished for happiness Until I realised its origin It was right within me Waiting patiently to be noticed Life is never perfect And I kept trying to make it so I ignored the goodness in its pursuit It changed when I accepted the inevitable And this time, I smiled for real

Everyone loves the wrapped box and bow ribbon Though they might pretend not to They secretly wish for a gift No matter what their age is The value of the gift does not matter The thought and love does It can make our live worthwhile However, Gifts need not necessarily come in boxes Gifts usually do not need to be a physical object too The right gift at the most needed time Determines the value of the gift Sometimes even a caring action or a smile Can warm a lonely heart And It can make our live worthwhile

 Faith is always like a mirage It is just there Sometimes it just evaporates In my darkest times, it deserts me It suddenly embraces me when I zone out From deep inside me And also from messages around me It cannot be contained It cannot be measured It can be tested though Tried and tested over the years It made me a better person And it brought me closer to God It seems invisible, But it is just there

Everyone has a special month Mine is December It is the season of Red It is the season of Joy It is the season of Kindness It is the season of Happiness It is the season of Christmas As the cold wind caress me And the dew drops hugs the leaves The rain and wind play a symphony As the shop glisten with stars And people hearts swell with Love As family renew their vows And it is the Magical December

The bells are symbol of freedom and independence Even as a child, I awaited the sound of the bell To rush home and munch my favourite snack As an adult, I longed for a bell To help me break the monotony of life To give me break from endless drama and stress And it arrived just in time The glorious sweet Christmas Bells It marks the beginning of the season And the start of a new era The sound is music in itself It brings joy and expectations It creates a mystical scene For the season of Joy

Guardian Angels are representatives of God They guide and protect us on his behalf They also stop from committing sins They bring about the goodness in us Their presence is felt during all times During good and bad They don’t stop the troubles and tests They give us the strength to fight it Let’s fight for the right reasons Be it for us or for others Let the angels guide us And show us the purpose of life And help us spread hope and smiles This Christmas season