Author: Rekha Sahay

disturb me not when I write

for I seek answers in the night time sky

between wisped clouds

that pass,

by and by

as moonlit parchment draws my quill

poised in shadow

trembling still

a cursive trail of sanguineous ink

tell me true

what dost though think

of these tortured, bloodied late hour pages ?

recounting anguish

on sordid stages

Image courtesy of M.Korlaet, my beloved sister. State of the art Cinematic rendering technique from a low energy CT Scan. Breathtaking.

The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith, and the beginning of true faith is the end of anxiety. — George Mueller

Nowadays we are all bombarded by different noises in this world may it be physical which includes war, cars, mouths armalite (gossips, slanders) 😅etc. It could be emotional and mental. But the worst of all this noise is the mental which weigh heavy in our hearts. As we began to want things and pursue things we dont have we neglect the beauty and essence of what we really have now. When contentment is out of the picture then discontenment filled with wistful desires happen. We started to worry of what we dont have but when we have it we asked for more. Weird people are we!.. When the weather is hot we complaint and wanted cold.. When it is getting real cold we are worrying of the…