A loss in one part of the world is no smaller than a loss in any other. Every life snatched, is a loss. Every life taken, is an outrage. Every justification provided is a lie.
Watching the news is so painful, but this is what is happening. This is the world we live in. And not only is it tragic, but also frustrating to be unable to help in any way.
Pray for London. Pray for Syria. Pray for the Rohinhya. For all those who are suffering in Somalia, Sudan, Nigeria… If you can do anything to help, anything to protect, please do. If you cannot, please pray.
A man walks past a child, and
Smiles down at it
That is softness
Another stops his day to console a friend
That is benevolence
But there is a man, who sit miles away
From the object of his attention
And ceaselessly radiates hope
He gives freely his affection
And words falter when faced with
To him who spends so lavishly his love
In such excesses
I don’t know what to say
I cannot thank him enough in any way
Because I am that corner
Where the sun doesn’t reach
But love does, and I receive
It in such intensity
That eclipses are dwarfed
By the immensity
Of that kindness
And I turn to that radiance
When mountains loom, when
the monsters of the mind hold sway
And I will confess
I aspire to be you, to
Someone who needs to borrow light
To A Kind Man
Kind men. The world doesn’t have enough of them. Blessedly, I do. People who stop by with love, with comfort, who have no self serving reason to do what they do, but they do it anyway. Ashish, Don, Hershel, Furqan, Samee, Sharath– Thank you for helping me, and thank you for supporting me. I am grateful to you and for you.
He had that odd sort of melancholy
That stilled everything around him, gently
rippling, like a shimmer, like
the ground does, on a searing hot day
when the sun bears down with all its intensity
He had that.
Dry, parched- but not barren
Simply lying in wait
He had that
He had his aura and his atmosphere
He carried his own gravity
How could I stay away?
How could I not be drawn in?
This man walked beside me
With worlds within him
I want to stop believing, sometimes, I do
But I take one look at you, and I hope anew.
Between all the constant upheavals and interruptions in my life, you are the one constant.
I wish you would read, I wish you would know.
Know and appreciate how precious everything I give you is.
But there are some mountains even hope can’t climb.
And that’s just how it is.