Sometimes yes it’s hard to carry hope
For it’s not easy to steady the ship
The waves of life are a F5 storm
And the anchor of faith is lost somewhere
So I try to set the course in line
Turning the truth
Feeding it all day so it sets the sails straight
And the course of life is back to normal
But then one day someone asked me
Tell me what to do as I am in great winds
The waters are getting deep and fear is creeping in
And I so wanted to help
But I ran
I ran as far as my legs could carry me
For my own anchors were no more than a lie
And then I remembered that
I wish often to change the world
But how can I be of any help
If I am not even true to myself
So I closed my eyes and told my heart
No more illusions no more lies
I will keep my ship away from the rocks
Because from now on
I am the one who knocks


Faith, Hope and Love ایمان، اُمید اور محبت

Faith Hope and Love

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have Love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a Faith that can move mountains, but do not have Love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have Love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: Faith, Hope and Love. But the greatest of these is Love.

― 1 Corinthians, 13



Once upon a time
There was a man
He found that his heart’s land was barren
Cold winds blew over it in winter
Autumn never seemed to let go
So one day he got a single seed called Hope
And planted it in that land
Heavy rains of Doubt poured down
He was afraid that the ground will move
And he will lose the seed
So he built a boundary of Conviction around it
When strong winds of Worries blew
He sheltered it with the shade of Determination
If Hale of Confusion fell in
He guarded it with the roof of Discipline
The seed began to grow in to a little plant
Then swarms of Fear came
So he sprayed it with the spray of Faith
And then one day the plant finally became a tree
And it gave the fruit called Happiness
And in that fruit there were those same seeds of Hope
Now the man had so many seeds
More than he needed
So he decided to give them to other people
The End




His eyes were perfectly fine you see
The thing was that he watched the world in his own way
Though just five in his eyes the colors
Twilighted in an astounding manner
Azure, yellow, crimson, slate, everywhere, everything
Radiated with such bright magnificence that he wanted to
Go everywhere, touch everything
The brilliance of applegreens enthralled his senses
The splendor of amber made him sing
Turquoise created aura of deep serenity
Orange, lavender made bells ring
Scintillating his hopes alluring his world
Colors filled his days with an impeccable charm
But then as he grew older the colors started to fade
Until they were only a shade of two
All things seemed to appear in Black or White
And he was instructed to see everything in those two colors
Gray was an option if he couldn’t decide
His heart was perplexed his days were numb
And if he tried to fill them back with those
Those reminiscent of his early days
He was laughed and frowned upon
Deemed unable to match the ways of this world
And as he looked around he saw that he was not alone
Everyone around him was in this pursuit of the colors they lost
Like a long lost treasure their days started
With a hunger to fill them once again in their eyes
In wealth in fortune in lust in fame
In those things they searched them they played life’s game
So one day he closed his eyes and prayed
And felt a tear drop fall on his hand
Asked God to take back his sight
For he couldn’t stand the way of this land
He was told to look closely
To watch the goodness in everything on God’s green earth
Use the glasses of faith and the lenses of love
He was told to remember those colors never left his eyes
He just forgot how to see them in race for new skies

Yes you are praying but are you listening

Are you listening to GodWe pray and we pray, we make it our habit and take pride that it has become a part of our daily routine. But we also cry and complain that even though we trust in God and pray persuasively our lives are not on the course that we want. The thing we fail to realize that even though we are praying to God, are we listening to God?

In Bible we read that God spoke directly to people like Moses and Abraham so it was very easy for them to know Gods will and talk to Him. Most of us are not at that place as God chooses certain people for certain things so we don’t have those kind of encounters. (more…)

Plan – B

Plan - B

I have my thoughts
And my fantasies
I have my dreams
I know my realities
I start each day with a hope in my heart
To make it the best day right from the start
I wait for miracles
And I glee at surprises
For they make my dawns glow
And brighten my sunrises
And then there are moments
When nothing seems good
And I wish to go back in time
If I could
But in those moments I gather my thoughts
And I put them in a belief box
Then I shake that box with a prayer or two
And I wait and wait for something new
Suddenly the box opens
And I peek inside
Then the smile on my face just cannot hide
When I read with joy for what it says
No time machine for you
You are here to stay
For something Good
Is on its way


20th Nov, 2013




When ships of doubt anchor on the shore of your thoughts
The inside feels like rooms of an abandoned castle
The wheel of emotions is stuck and all moments feel same
You can’t seem to figure if you are happy or sad
Just look out your window and see the birds
Flying, singing, searching for that gain of the day
All lost in their world yet happy because they know
That at the end of the day when they fly back to the nest
They will not go empty handed whether its summer or storms
And every day they fly because they know
That whatever they seek they shall find 1
Fueled with this faith in there heart they fly each day
Now you filled with clouds of innumerable thoughts in mind
Burn those ships
Don’t let go the simpler things in life that you miss
Waiting for things unknown ignoring those little joys and smiles
Don’t wait them up just fly away and bloom
Because remember you are much more than those birds 2

                                                                                                                                                                                                                           20 February, 2014


1. Matthew 7:7

2. Matthew 6:26