from the moment of conception..

the feelings within..

a world of dreams awaits..

little do i know what it all means..

i wait in sweet awe..

my tiny half lifeless hands stamp my approval of your worth,

inside this womb of my beloved..

i am warm..

i am loved..

i am touched..

you sing for me..

 lulled and talked to..

i can understand by the tone of your comfort..

i know that you want me..

i know that you love me..

months before you even begin to feel my gentle movements..

you show your interest..

aroused by the deep massage of your love..

i feel your acceptance of my presence..

i am almost ready to enter your world now..

i know you're happy..

your weight from me is unbearable yet you never once complain..

my Creator has given you such patience..

this pregnancy is so enduring..

yet you carry me smiling..

today is my day..

instinct overwhelms me..

i urge your body for escapism and find my way..

Mum i am finally here..

i don't know how to thank you..

 years have passed and you still call me your princess..

i can never understand your emotion but i feel your joy..

never once did you show me neglect..

your tiredness i never learnt..

sacrifice was all i saw in you..

love was never spared in my favor..

from birth to now..

all i have ever been and all that i will ever be..

can only be through the blessing of your kindness to me..

Mummy, you are my everything..

Love always..

Motivation..

The beauty of life lies not in who you want to be but in the fact that your path has been chosen for you. Who else knows us better than our creator to whom every breath belongs. Our every action would have never been without Him. Sometimes we are silenced by our grievances and we feel alone within our turmoil’s.
But we fail to realize that someone greater is seeing our every action and knows the reason for our pain. Someone hears our every cry and wants us to ask.

The Gift of Life is Faith, the Gift of Faith is a sense of belonging and a friend that will never leave. A painter can create a masterpiece yet the painting itself cannot appreciate the value of it’s existence, but the painter can appreciate his Creator for the talent with which he was bestowed.

Many people have mourned at funerals, but have they ever mourned during a prayer?
A prayer is not a prayer if it’s not acknowledged with the sincerity of tears. After a prayer you have a reason to smile because you know that your pain has been understood and suddenly, Hope flashes by.

Life is a stairway, long and winding, solid yet rickety, beautiful yet ugly. It has a little goodness and a bit of sorrow to balance the equation of life. The closest word to life is Love!
It is from love that happiness occurs and from love sorrow is weaved. When our parents love us, we become content. All that is ugly now turns beautiful, all that was spoilt is now revitalized. But, if they withdraw from us, how then can we possibly go on?
Do they not know the value of their love?
Their love is one pillar, our love in return is another pillar. Yet the central pillar of all is love for our Supreme Creator who now lends the greatest support. The love which we have for our parents will never cease because as long as we have our central pillar intact, God will maintain our faith and our love in them.

I’m going now to a different place, a different mindset but as new thoughts come into being, I long to remain in this frame of mind because these words from my heart have inspired me…