Season’s Greetings

A sincere apology to my followers and readers for not having written anything in a long time. Exams and school life is just too difficult to handle at this moment and I am still trying to deal with my falling grades while I  plan to join moot courts and search for jobs all at the same time. It might sound petty to some but for me, for someone who has always had a parent for support and relied on other people to do things for me, it really is a herculean task. And the fact that all of these are just crashing down on me makes it more difficult to juggle everything all at once. So putting my tribulations and personal rant aside, tomorrow will be Christmas and everyone is excited about opening up presents, decorating the Christmas trees, shopping, skiing, going to church and simply spending time with family. While we are all busy celebrating, shopping, visiting awesome places, taking selfies and posting them on Instagram, Facebook or on whatever digital media you can get your hands on, do we ever, or even once, stop to think and wonder why we celebrate Christmas? It is definitely not Santa and it is definitely not about opening gifts and presents. Well, to some extent Christmas is about sharing and caring. But shouldn’t sharing and caring be a part of our daily practice? Growing up in a Christian family, I have always been taught and I also believe that Christ was born on this day, December 25, to die on the cross for the salvation of humanity’s sin. This is what Christmas is about – the birth of a Saviour, a King, God in human flesh, born in the humblest of origins so that He could die for our sins and redeem us from eternal damnation. The world is blinded by this truth and even if people know, they continue to be blinded by lies and deny the true meaning of Christmas. I do agree that Christmas, as the birth of Jesus Christ, should be celebrated in all its glory but we must not forget to praise and thank Him who has died and rose for us, to remember that had He not been born on this day, the world would not have been saved, WE would not have been saved. But because He was born, we now have a choice and hope. May the Holy Spirit enrich our lives and reveal to the world the miracles of God and to the hardened hearts and those dwelling in darkness, that Jesus Christ is Lord.

Merry Christmas

 

Lament

(Dedicated to victims of the Nepal Earthquake on April 25, 2015)

I heard their cries among the noises of buildings falling from their bases, roofs and shafts tumbling onto its dwellers, women and children shrieking for help as the walls gave away and buried their cries under its weight.

I heard their cries even as the rain dragged on, even as men shouted amidst the chaos, pulling out the dead from beneath the rubble and, carrying the injured and the ones who are minutes on their way to death.

I heard their cries as the cities and villages trembled to the force of the earth, as the ancient mountains swayed, being disturbed from their aeonian slumber and awakened to the call of Mother Nature.

I heard their cries as children huddled in the corner of streets, women wept to the loss of their kin, men hung their heads in sorrow to the death of their families and a boy watches his mother die in his arms.

I heard their cries even as relief efforts are sent, even as the doctors treated the injured, with beads of sweat trickling on their foreheads, their eyes heavy with tiredness and grief, knowing their job would never be over.

I heard their cries as soldiers risked their lives and civilians braved their way towards the ruins, courageous hearts saving and fighting, realizing that it’s a test of their fear – that the warriors always stand last.

I heard their cries but I couldn’t do anything. I could do nothing but watch in silence and think of how life could be so fragile and unpredictable. Within seconds, all you have could be swept away from you and that you could die not knowing where you would go afterwards.

I could do nothing but think of how this world we are living is no heaven or paradise. We are all vulnerable and this could happen to you or to me.

I could do nothing but wish that these people found comfort in their times of trouble, that the world is with them and that there is a chance to rise up again.

I could do nothing because all my savings and all my wealth would not be enough to recompense the depth of their loss. Because no money can fix a broken heart.

I only wish that somehow you could learn to gaze at the stars, see how they shine despite the darkness around them and know that those stars are shining only for you, bringing you peace in the darkest of your nights.

Dying with the sunset

The sun rose and I stayed there, under its radiant beam of light

Trailing along the pattern of the sky at the brink of morning.

I walk the road of the lonely wanderers and thinkers

Searching for meaning, searching for purpose.

The road to happiness can sometimes lead to sorrowful ends

And the desire for power to the loss of virtue and humility.

My quest for meaning has turned to its own failure.

I try to fix the purpose of my existence

Like a jigsaw puzzle scattered in a vial of black void.

But as the sunset comes, I discover the beauty of life.

The beauty of the day thinning into violet hues,

The glorious Sun sinking under the sheets of the crimson sky

The clouds dispersing into thin fumes of a dragon’s smoke

 

At this moment, I felt my heart captured by the beauty of it

And that was when I wanted to die,

Peacefully under the dimming rays of the golden sunset.