We are often faced with choices that have similar appeal. We are left to opt for one at the expense of the others. Decision making, especially in the face of options that hold similar values, is a painful process as in chosing one we are compelled to give up the others. Most people have a…
Starting afresh in life is a tough task. Many prefer to be deaf to the whisper in the inner self that pleads for a change in the manner we conduct ourselves. Some do this as they are happy not getting into the struggle that is part of the beginning days of one’s interior transformation. This poem depicts the struggle of one’s inner self in accepting the need for self transformation in the form of a conversation between his soul and the Lord.
Everyone of us is looking for meaning in life. We attach meaning to those that seem to provide fulfillment in life. However, we often come to the realization that what we considered capable of fulfilling our life and expectations are, in reality, far below the longings of our inner being. Those of continue this pursuit might chance upon the realm of the Supernatural and suddenly realize that the experience of the Divine is “Beyond and Higher” than all what they had ever longed for. Such an experience puts one’s soul in complete rest. In such an experience there is no more longing but to perpetuate this experience, no more desires but to conform oneself to the demands of this transforming experience.
Where to my dear, now your sailing? You seem all weak of past failing. Somehow I grasp your soul’s feeling One that, in depth, longs for healing. On that ev’ning, when you were hurt, And you chose to open your heart, Well, that day our friendship did start. Can I say now, we both won’t…
This poem depicts a mother who lost her little girl during a bombing in Syria. We see her carrying some mushroom,the favourite dish of her child,to the place where her child was torn into pieces.
It’s been long, we’re no more strong ‘Cause you’re gone, our hearts are worn Dada, we still cry, our eyes never dry This our loss, is so painful a cross. Bhabi still bakes, your favourite cakes Prishu still waits, for you at gates Life can’t retreat, but we repeat We wait your greeting, at heaven’s…
How are you my soul? Got to share something? Your smile hids something That spills off your eyes. Your lies are poor made Why try wear a smile ? Your clad and kempt hair Can’t more be your aid. Dear, anyway, I know The root of your pain Why not let me Hold…
My God you know, in earnest I thirst Your fire on my moisture to act. Too fast, no not, I can’t handle, Too slow, please don’t, I may fall off. Warmth of your love expels in range All what does not conform your love. Let your fire burn, slowly, stead’ly Till I’m purged of…
Do we find it hard to enter into an authentic dialogue with someone? Has a pleasant conversation with someone become an impossibility for us? If yes, why? Read carefully you may find an answer. Dialogue now has emerged as the overarching medium of understanding, and indeed of human existence.[i] Having witnessed the short demonstration presented…
Month of November is specially dedicated to pray for the souls in purgatory. On 2nd of November we specially remember and pray for these souls. However, many Christians, including some Catholics, have this common question: Why should we pray for those who have already died? To answer this we, first, need to understand what is…
Vox Divini 