Abide with Me

We sang this at my mother’s memorial service. The word “abide” always brings me back to this hymn.

“Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;

Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;

Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?

Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.

Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.”

Christian Hymn

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How Bizarre 

Back in the days of 1997, I was single and over the Easter weekend had nowhere to go. So I joined a couple of work colleagues, and we headed to the sea for a long weekend. They were both kinda crazy. Myself included. D had a convertible which we jumped into, and he played this song fullblast. It was a weird OTT weekend. 

This song takes me right back there. How bizarre!

Fighting Depression 

Well, I’m not doing a very good job at fighting it. Always seem to wake up in a low mood, and stay in a low mood. I miss people and interaction. Extended family. My sister, nieces, my mother-in-law who passed but I still miss chatting to her, school friends, old friends who have moved away. 

I used to love visiting my mother-in-law and staying the night. She was very easy to chat to. I used to wonder who will I chat to when she is no longer here. 

I feel jealousy over a friend who moved to Sydney, and automatically included in a few social circles. My longing for social interaction is so strong. My low moods and awkward social skills probably don’t help. I have bad habits. Like staring at people, sometimes I fixate on something, and don’t realize I’m staring at that person. It happened the other day at the office. There were two people chatting beside me and I looked over at one of them. I didn’t realize I was staring until she called me out on it. I’m sorry, she said, are we talking too loud? Um, no. I turned back to my computer.

Anyway, I guess it is the season where many people feel some loss. 

Joy

Always keep humble 

Always keep low 

This is the year

I’ll never let go 
Of the person I am

The person to be 

The soul inside 

Joyfully me 

Guest Post

I was approached by Aatif from https://merejazbaat.com/ to host a guest post. I’ve never done a guest post before, so thought it might be a good idea to start. It is with pleasure that I share his emotional poem and link.

TITLE:- O GOD NOW COME TO THE EARTH
Understanding Todays’s world is Arduous Task,

Like filling water in the Broken Flask.

what were we and what we are,

All emotional Relations are shifting Far.
Sentiments & sacrifices are mere words

They seem to be as we have Nevrr heard

God has created us to survive,

but we are vandalising each other’s lives
who shed Tears is ineed the faulter,

its nothing but just salted water.

Ecstasy is Altering in to Embarrassment,

No flower can Bloom in venomous Environment.
O! god now please stop taking our test,

come on the earth and abolish tempest.
a emotional Poetry composed by:SYED SABAH UR REHMAN-‘Aatif’

for more poetries visit:- 

https://merejazbaat.com/

Opening Lines

People are different. This is a good thing. There are some in my extended circle who are very closed. Well, a few people like that. You try and engage in a conversation, and it is like trying to draw water from a stone. Something like this:

Hi, how are you, my angel?

I’m fine thanks, and yourself?

 Good thanks, how is work / school / life?

Good thanks

Okay, I love you

I love you too

😘

That’s it. Can’t extract more out of a conversation than that.

Well, I always thought it was me. Perhaps I should think of more exciting opening lines.

But then!

Others appear on the scene, courtesy birthdays and little people appearing out of nothing, and the conversations are totally different:

Hello, aunty Vonnie!

Hello my angel, how are you?

I’m good thanks, I passed my year, and my best subject was art, and here is me just taken now, and …

I miss you and love you lots xxxx

I miss and love you too my darling 😍

And then I realized

I never had to think up any opening line.