Like The Touch Of Warm Sunrays

Your soul speaks to you in its loudest voice when you are at the most quietest place of your life. Something takes you away to the worlds you have never been to, takes you out of all the precepts of societal clauses, makes you numb to all the decrees laid out by the men of the old. You close your eyes and all you could see is the ocean, the Sun taking its ritual dip in the evening only to rise up again the following morning - with its more vibrant rays. You open your eyes when you hear the owls howling, the mind in slight trouble - because they had taught you that the sound of an owl is sign for bad omen - but all you see now is the moon up above shining in its loveliness - moving in all directions you try to step away and run, and then there are stars twinkling everywhere lighting up the cloudless dark sky. It is time you whispered into your own ears
that every little thing your eyes could see has been made beautiful and perfect in its own
sweet way. There is no need to burden your heart with all the worries of the world. Because in its
time - like how the buds open up to become beautiful flowers, like how the touch of
warm sunrays sustains life on earth, it would all become fine, straight and alright - because
not one prayer prayed for the goodness of people goes in vain!

                                                                       The sound of the dice rolling on the table and the coins moving up and down the ladder board - sometimes bitten by the painted snakes, sometimes escaping them. You might wonder and ask yourself why not redraw the board and recreate the whole game without the snakes? But then, the thrill extinguishes with the disappearance of the snakes - the venom in its fangs actually adds meaning to the game played within the board. A close friend of mine always says that in life there are no accidents but only incidents. It might take some time to grasp the truth behind this saying, but as the ripples fade and the waters reach its stillness, and when you see your own reflection emanating from the surface of the lake, you will then understand - noticing to your  amusement that your countenance has actually grown in its august brightness. They say - if what comes out of a furnace doesn't shine, it isn't probably gold. It is verily verily true that
ordeals - when they end - always bring out the best in a person!