The nun

The nun

1 January 2019

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She gathered the children around her and asked them if they would like to hear a bed-time story. They were thrilled at the prospect and huddled closer. She took the youngest of the group on her lap and started the story. Soon enough the children were all sleepy and she had no trouble taking them to bed where she tucked each one of them in. She smiled at them though her heart was sinking. Soon they might not even have a place to live in anymore.

She took out her laptop and looked desperately for an answer. She had sent emails to all the people she knew including the office of his holiness. She browsed hopefully including in her junk emails but there was no response. She knew that most people would not be at their homes during the holiday season but had hoped against  hope that someone would be there and would help them out. She looked at the children. They had grown since she first came and the youngest had been just a baby at the time.

She could not think of what would happen if they were not able to find the funds to keep the house. The more she thought of it the more it seemed hopeless. She realised that even if the landlord did not chase them away, they would still not have money to survive. What was she going to feed them ? For the first time in years she doubted her faith and her mission on earth. How could it be that while so many were enjoying themselves at Christmas the children should have noone to stand up for them ?

She clasped both hands in prayer and looked up at Christ on the cross on the wall in front of her. She closed her eyes and pleaded or mercy. When her prayer was finished she went out to buy bread for the next morning. She felt so tired and desperate. She wished she had kept some funds aside from the previous job she had before she had decided to become a nun but unfortunately she had donated everything to the Church just before she had taken her vows.

She did not find the usual shop open but saw a small shop at a corner where she had never seen one before. She thought it strange that she had never seen it before and that she had not heard of a second shop opening in the area. The shopkeeper gave her a dozen baguettes and added some cheese. She told him she did not have enough money to pay for the cheese but he shook his head and told her it was on the house as it had just been Christmas. He added that he was just sorry he had no turkey left to give her.She smiled and thanked him telling him that the children would already be thrilled with the cheese.

Just as she was about to go the shopkeeper gave her a lottery ticket telling her it was valid for the New Year and he hoped she would win something. She told him that she did not think it was appropriate to gamble but he assured her that as she had not paid for it, it was not gambling and that besides, God always worked in mysterious ways so why not in this way. She thanked him and returned to the orphanage. The children were all fast asleep. She fell to her knees again in prayer begging the Lord for mercy. These children had already been through so much and she wished would not have to go through the process of having to find a nw orphanage again.

She spent the whole week in prayer every night and tended to the children during the day. They were happy to be with her and oblivious of the fact that soon they might be separated perhaps forever. The first day of the New Year, the usual shop was closed and she was surprised to see that the other corner shop was open again while it had been closed during the whole week after Christmas. She went in and asked for a dozen baguettes again and the shopkeeper gave them to her smiling. He had a well-trimmed beard and his eyes were full of kindness. She wished there were more people with such kindness in their eyes and hearts.

  • How did it go sister ? he asked softly.
  • How did what go ?
  • The lottery
  • Oh, I did not check it. I think the ticket must still be somewhere in the bag where I had put the bread
  • Maybe you should check it

Something in his voice and demeanour seemed so familiar. She promised him that she would check it once home and he gave her the winning numbers on a piece of paper. She returned to the orphanage and fell on her knees in prayer again. She was getting weary as nobody had responded to any of her emails yet. She remembered that she had promised the shopkeeper to look up the ticket and so she checked the numbers. She had to look twice as she could not believe her eyes. She seemed to have won the jackpot. With trembling hands she folded the paper and tucked the ticket into her pocket. God worked indeed in mysterious ways. She clasped her hands in prayer again and looked up at the cross. The Christ was no longer there.

Holocene  – Bon Iver

Moon Petals

Moon Petals

15 November 2017

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Grey dawns pearl

Pushing back the night

It subsides

In circles

The Sun picking up the strides

Invades horizons

 

New day born

From womb that was torn

Miracles

Pulsating

Within mind’s webs creating

Remnants of her Art

 

The Mother

She anointed me

Moon Petals

Whispering

The moment when prayers ring

To temples in heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Shoot the Moon – Norah Jones

Nightingale – Norah Jones

LoneStar – Norah Jones

The God of small Miracles

The God of small Miracles

3 November 2017

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Deconstruct

Current thought process

Unwind mind

Child remind

Inner being you will find

Playing with the clay

 

End dismay

Emerge from ashes

Old renew

Young to spew

From fountains gushing anew

The selected few

 

Embrace it

Just drop the questions

Ne’er ask why

Nor ask how

The God of small Miracles

Shimmers in the now

 

Reading of the poem: 

Something Just Like This (Lyric) – The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

Tremors in my head

Tremors in my head

13 October 2017

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Eons fleeing

Sense of bosoms fair

Multiplied

They divide

Opposite mathematics

Skewed analysis

 

Cryptic talk

Language compounded

Parables

Teachers’ walk

The island built on a rock

Between air and sky

 

Compose me

Miracles undead

My copies

Unending

Gushing out of scores of me

Tremors in my head

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Metamorphosis – Stive Morgan

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Heavens’ particles

Heavens’ particles

15 June 2016

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Grief squashes

All semblance of hope

The mind numb

Heart broken

Happiness a lost token

Of revolving times

 

Stilling mind

Whirling into space

Pitch balance

Zero point

Where everything is nothing

A change of vision

 

Joy washes

Memory of grief

Renewed fresh

Hope seeker

The mind attempts ways meeker

Turning a new leaf

 

Like a tree

Casting away leaves

Growing new

Extensions

We wage ways through pretensions

Society’s weight

 

Inside us

Silent observer

It watches

The motion

Lost to world and emotion

It shines in sun’s dust

 

They cling on

Heavens’ particles

Through bodies

That relay

The birthright’s lost miracles

Unbeknownst to most

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Wings – Birdy

Renewing the glow

Renewing the glow
12 May 2016

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As the night courses
Through my star filled synapses
I spill out my brains

A life in excess
Lived twined in a moonlit space
Sparing my pillow

Opposing forces
Running through my time lapses
A hen pecking grains

Lifetimes no recess
Saved through it all by the grace
Of moonlit willow

Come see miracles
Unfolding from my fingers
The linings ensconce

Lows to pinnacles
Of high pitches the singers
Sing odes in response

Come hear the lost chants
Forgotten bards hold the lyre
For melodies flow

Unspoken the rants
The hearts to balance aspire
Renewing the glow

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tere Bina Zindagi Se Koi Shikwa By Alka Yagnik & Hariharan