A Genuine Wishful Thinking

With the advent of the pale silhouette of the dusk, the birds return to their nests. During that time, the world is filled with a strangely beautiful light. And that enchanting , yet melancholic light touches everything with utmost care. Looking at your face, it seems like a beauty wrapped in the mystery of eternity, that beauty unknowingly arouses pain. The innocent helpless face of a sleeping child seems to be the most adored asset in this corporeal world. That incomparable light creates a kind of illusion with beauty, the ordinary also becomes extraordinary in the hue of that strange light. There is a huge noise in rituals to show gratitude in thankfulness. This loud noise almost silences the intention to acknowledge the gratitude for the divine supremacy. The dawn time is a little bit different. Each Morning is blessed with an expected possibility. Every morning it seems like an unspeakable immeasurable possibility in the midst of the darkness without light. At that time in the mixture of light and darkness in the morning, I wanted to express to the Lord of the world the expectation of a better world. A world full of His mercy, as we all are surrounded by His mercy, knowingly or unknowingly. Yet, time always goes by with indifference, how much more time are there, no one really knows! So which of the Lord’s blessings would you deny?