To The Girl I Loved, Am Loving And Will Love…

I am God’s Creation,

But you are my Intention,

At the same time a Partition,

By an act of your Suppression,

I lead to the waters of Depression,

At the time of your Celebration,

I was the source of Dissatisfaction,

At the time of Examination,

I filled you with Distraction,

Today, I thought of our Contraction,

But fell for the Interaction,

I think about the conversation,

And soon fall into a deep Concentration,

This is all my Love Extensions,

To you unanswered Questions,

Hope, One day and the days to follow your loving affection,

Will one day clothe all my Imagination?

With full of Gratification,

And a sense of Application,

To my love, for my love, with my love and by my love…

Is truly, souly, surely, and wholly…

Just not an Infatuation,

But all my life’s Meditation

I, Me, & Myself

Guitar is my Passion,

Dance is my Action,

Game is my Recreation

Acting is my Addiction,

This calls for my Audition,

It is my Life’s Ambition,

For my Satisfaction,

But for this I always live in Tension,

When I am in Temptation,

I am a sum of Subtraction,

By the scene of Attention,

I am a sign of Multiplication,

But above all I am God’s Creation

PRAYER IS A LANGUAGE GAME

Language Game is universally understood in a not so good sense and has a negative outlook towards language and life. I would like to express my understanding of Prayer – Language Game.

Why do I call it a language? Because you and I, as we call ourselves ‘humans,’ language is apparently a necessity, a need therefore it can be seen also as a necessity in Prayer. Language is simply using words, signs, symbols, meanings, concepts, ideas or whatever you think of…Now, thinking of language, is language something complex or simple, and I leave it you for your opinion on this query, but for me it simply means in a simple way to communicate – who you are? And what you are? You and I stay in communion, in connectedness with the other. You and I use language to know, to understand, and to be understood. Language is needed for conversation, for dialogue, for living our lives to the full.

 Why do I call it a game? I know for certain that to play a game we need two players, be it on the ground of physical, or psychological, or ethical, or virtual, or as a matter of fact even spiritual. So speaking of spiritual, it is very much got to do with PRAYER.

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I am writing this after I receive Jesus in the form of Bread (Holy Eucharist) on the 8^th September 2011, Our Virgin Mother’s Birthday (just a thought to ponder though this is not the issue for the moment to reflect on, put nothing like thinking over this…How can a Mother be a Virgin or rather how can a Virgin be a Mother?).

I don’t know how, why, when and where it all began – whether to call it something, or what to name it??? But I think know for sure that she truly is ‘A,’ what I mean here is an ‘Angel,’ but normally I address her as ‘A.’ When she is there around, I get a thrill, a sort of feeling that cannot be expressed but touches my soul. Whenever I talk to her (sometimes for long minutes, or sometimes just see her in passing or sometimes simply a hi-bye). When I look at her it sets my heart on fire and my mind in attire that feel’s pleasant.

I am happy to have this Angel in my life. And genuinely hope that every one of you (yoUth) too may have an Angel just like mine. I can trUst my Angel for she cares for me and knows me, prays for me and has regard for me.

She is full of Life, and Love and Light. She is normally in White which I vouch, speaks of her humility and Purity. She is truly human yet divine.

I owe to GOD (if exist, really HE does exist, for God is…) for giving me this A…