Only dreams were the language
Of those eyes once ..now only the tears
This journey of dreams to ashes
Hopes to tears, and faith to fear is
Indescribably painful.
May be that stream of tears has dried up visibly
But the emptiness left behind on its trail
In those hopeless, dry eyes
And this death of tears
Has made me instead a living corpse
A silent death is my life everyday .
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©Glorry Shubhashree
Recognition and popularity doesn’t
Measure the worth of something.
Many enchanting Nature’s song
Remains unheard, unfelt ,unsung .
Yet they sing their ambrosial songs of melody
Day after day, night after night .
Even the rarest beauty of this world
Lives silently in the world of oblivion
Completely unseen, unreached, unknown.
Like the wild flowers in a dense forest
Like the precious gems in the deep ocean
In the hidden caverns, where man not governs .
Yet they exist in their full glory
Only to adore and beautify the place they own .
To please their Creator who
Designed them for His own joy in privy.
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– ©Glorry Shubhashree
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No prose, no poetry,
No wish, no thought
Just want to breathe
Just want to cry
Or sit in silence
Just want to be myself
And my emotions to bleed
Freely, madly, deeply
At the tip of the ink
©Glorry Shubhashree
Dear Almighty Father
My Loving Creator
I write this song for You
To praise Your love
To honour You
Your love burns in my heart
Like a mighty flame
Your love shines in my eyes
Like the aura of the glowing moon.
Your love continues to glow
Continues to grow
Like a moon in the night sky
No matter what my world is in
A chaos , an abyss
Or an endless race
Your love is my strength
My resting place
My place of hiding
My joy never ending.
Dear Almighty Father
Baptize me in Your river
Again and again
Again and again
Cause it’s never enough
Your endless love
It drives me crazy
It overwhelms my heart
It makes me faint
I am forever thirsty for Your love.
Your love, is the purest flame
The finest holy fire
That sparks my heart
And illuminates my mind
And sets my spirit ablaze
Your love, is the purest flame
That cleanses my life
And sanctifies my thoughts
Purges me through and through
Until I become a daughter true
Until my heart and mind
Are pleasing to You
Until my every intention
Is submitted to You
And my everything
is surrendered to You.
©Glorry Shubhashree
Dear Heavenly Father
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I come to You with a hungry heart and thirsty soul for Your presence, for Your intimacy ,for Your living water ,for Your manna . Nothing can satisfy the longing and cry of my inmost being except You . I am hungry for Your word ,hungry for Your wisdom . Dear Father it is not diamond, gold, silver or rubies that I seek ,but the far more precious Words of Yours that is my true longing, that is the treasure I seek . Your word is sweeter than honey, tastier than the most delicious feast of meat , more pleasant than the fragrance of myrrh.
God, Your word is all satisfying, healing to my bones ,good to my health . God ,I pray to You on behalf of my fellow brothers and sisters in this world ,I pray for each and every one whose heart and soul has turned far from You ,is lost in the this illusions of the world ,is being carried away in worthless things .I pray for all the mankind on earth that You touch them ,turn them to You . Please put that fire ,that hunger in them too for You, for their Creator . Create in them a new heart ,a new soul which longs for You, searches for You wildly ,and comes running to You ,to Your living stream ,just as the thirsty deer comes running to the streams of water and drinks from it with satisfaction and delight .
Father I pray on behalf of everyone on this earth to have that desire for You, for Your Word, Your love and presence ,to know You more ,to connect with You more deeply . Please draw them towards You . Your word is sweeter, deeper, pleasant and richer than any best thing of this world . But without that passion and hunger ,a heart that is stubborn, stiff and self-sufficient, Your precious words, Your provisions stay neglected before them because of their inability to receive . For deeper the hunger, the greater a person’s heart is ready to receive Your treasures and spiritual wealth .
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I lay down myself and lift up all the souls before You ,accept all of us and grant Your mercy to prepare our hearts for You . In Jesus’ name I pray . Amen !
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©GlorryShubhashree
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Many years ago I had read some valuable article with deep insight.. where it was written about the importance of being broken in our Father God’s hand, if we want to be fruitful for God and be used by Him greatly and powerfully we must let Him break us. Cause until we are not broken, until we are not dead to ourselves we can’t be much fruitful He can’t use us that powerful way when we harden ourselves and don’t want to be broken. But it’s a necessary process which we actually want to skip completely or get rid of. Jesus fed more than 5000 people with 5 loaves of bread and 2 pieces of fish..and yet 12 baskets got left over. We know this incident very well since childhood. But we miss one important point here, the process how He does it. When those fish and bread were given to Him, He blesses them, uplifts and surrender them to Father God, then He breaks them and starts giving those blessed, broken pieces of fish and bread.. and we know the story what happens next, more than 5000 people ate full and 12 baskets left over food remained. That’s what He does with us. When we give ourselves to Him, He blesses us and let us to be broken, and in that brokenness, in that process He does most important works within us, He uses us mightily for His purpose
We often fail to understand the purpose of pain, pause, waiting, the presence of suffering and hardships. We just want everything in our life to go smooth and well, all merry, all happy. When the real tests come as giants in our way and block our way, we stumble there.
Cause we are so obsessed with only blessings, success, happiness, prosperity and staying ahead or having name, fame or stay in equal with all around. But we fail to understand that just like our hand prints are unique and we are all different from each other, so does our role, purpose for our life and God’s plan, timetable is different and unique for each of us. It’s a foolishness to compare ourselves with others. We all have unique challenges, tasks and difficulties which are specific and unique to each of us. In the pause, in the waiting, in the wilderness God breaks us, moulds us, prepares us, equips us, trains us, refines us, improves us, corrects us, improves us, transforms us into that shape, image and character which He has designed and planned for us, in the image, in the likeness of Jesus. In the wilderness, in the pause we start to understand the real meaning and depth of His each words which we were just overlooking previously. Yes it is then His living words start speaking life to us.
Yes it is in the fire of affliction He purifies us. In our brokenness we develop a humility and gentleness, a character that is too precious in His eyes. When we are at the bottom of life we learn to depend on Him and learn what is total and complete surrender. When all our roads are blocked and all hope is gone, we learn to trust Him. In our lowest we learn to depend on His strength. Yes He allows us sometimes to experience the lowest of time, He empties us completely, so that we can trust only Him and open our heart, our doors for Him alone and we can give ourselves to Him, entrust our life completely in His hand only. When we think that nobody cares, nobody thinks about us, nobody loves us, nobody sees us. When we think that we are completely left alone and we even wonder about His existence, we question if even God cares about us, does He look us, does He understand.. Does He hear our prayer, our cry? Does He see our pain? Forget about human beings, does even God understand us..? In our darkest times we all might go through such situations, such questions, such loneliness, such hopelessness..! And what we do at such times are really which matter a lot which defines us what we are made of, what our true heart is.
Most times people fail there at this point and lose their track. And this is the crucial time which the Heaven, angels and God witness what really we are! Job lost everything yet He didn’t reject God, he still put his love and trust in God, he remained loyal even in the most painful time. Joseph was betrayed by his brothers, sold as a slave to foreigners and lived so many years as a slave, again he got accused with serious false witness and was prisoned for so many years , got punished for crimes not done. Moses lived 40 years in the desert . Abraham being called the friend of God, by God Himself, he waited so many years to see His promised child.
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©Glorry Shubhashree
☁️⛅The Sun-Hugged Clouds
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Do you ever wonder my dear
How does Heaven look and feel like!
I witness a piece of Heaven
When the firmament I gaze upon
And behold the miracle often.
The silky milky floral clouds
Floating in the open azure sky
With a pageant of esthetic plethora
Shining bright, so white
Like wedding gown of a bride.
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Smiling with the radiance of Almighty.
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When they cradle the Sun, ever blazing
And its sea of rays, ever beaming
Scatter, scan and flash through them
Play, move and dance with them
Like a waltz of celestial beings.
Yes I glance a glimpse of Heaven
In these every day magic show of Nature.
I assume the unseen face of God
Hiding in those brilliance of beams
In the other side
Of these sun hugged clouds.
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©Glorry Shubhashree
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Photo – My own
One day my friend , little birdy , asked me out of a blue, while we were alone ,apart from the world ,listening to the cadence of wind in the fairy jungle and sweet songs of so many creatures lulling our ears , from far hills…
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– “What is a home ,buddy ?”
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I got surprised with this sudden question, felt a tingling of pain deep in my heart ,got silent ,and then after pondering a while …slowly with a stuttering, sad voice with pain I said to the little birdy ..
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– A Home must be a place ,where you don’t get lonely !
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A home must be a place ,where you don’t get left behind !
A home is probably somewhere people don’t judge you !
A home I think is a place where people don’t engage themselves in searching and finding faults in you !
A home must be a beautiful, bright and warm place where everybody smiles ,sings, dances ,breathes ,moves freely and loves each other deeply , abundantly !
And my dear, little birdy ..! A home must be a place where your Mom is waiting for you !
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We don’t have a home buddy ! “
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Tears started to rain from my eyes and words couldn’t be uttered anymore !
Little birdy said ..
– ” If that is a home then You are my Home ! buddy ! “
A sweet smile waved on my sad lips and reached through my teary chicks ..
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I hugged my little birdy with affection ,love ,satisfaction and new found hope !
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©Glorry Shubhashree
Musings Of A Dreamer 