Loving Rascal

A beautiful meditation on divine grace and human devotion. Inspired by the ultimate example of selfless love, O, What a Love! explores the profound freedom we are given to choose our path, how that grace drives us to serve others, and how it beautifully mirrors the vulnerability and total commitment of marriage. Oh, what a Love! You made yourself nothing, You made yourself freely available to me, So comfortable I could feel to decide freely To follow or deny you. What a lover you are? My Lord, my God. That even before your hands shaped the cosmic dust, You saw me in You. Even then, you coerced me not to come to you; You just came, you died, You lifted up and conquered me. Precious and honoured you called me in your sight. When I was just a jar of clay, Brittle and unshapeable, You placed in me Your power enormous— The self-giving love that keeps me wondering: How amazing is your master-plan for eternal life? The energy at work in me drives me to the poor, The weak, and the vulnerable, ...

Disclaimer: To the Secret Person close to my heart. It is a work of Fiction and magic of deep emotions. Any resemblance to living or dead –who don't think they have anything to do with this– is a mere coincidence and unintentional. Take it as a work of art and love, not meant for the faint hearted conspirators. No prejudice, no bias, only love expressed as mercy and kindness.   "My would-be to be, I wrote this poem thinking about you. It speaks a lot to how much I admire you, your passions, and how much I'd love to get to know your world even better. I wanted to share it with you straight from the heart."  Wishing to be The Wind: Someday... I wish I were the wind That blew across your face, As you held your silky, flowing hair In place with your χεῖρα. The wind that separates The chaff from the grain, The wind that soothes All your hidden pain. When God created your beautiful face, He knew before the dawn of time How it would draw my curious mind to you. I never waste...

Loyal Rascals 💫 Welcome Back to Our Space To the one who holds my heart, even from afar: (my imaginary would-be to be) Every day without you feels a little quieter, but it brings a deeper certainty of what you mean to me. Distance has a way of clearing the noise, leaving behind only the thoughts that truly matter. Whenever I close my eyes, I find myself right back at the water's edge, looking at the beautiful, honest depth of who you are. This blog has always reflected us—our moments, our laughter, and our history. Today, I am putting my heart completely on the line. I wrote this for you, for the roots that ground you, and for the love that has quietly held us together all this time. I don't want to just wonder anymore. I want to be the one you seek. My lovely rascal, this is for you...  Do you love me more than these?  Come, follow me! *Through your Eyes: The Limpid Lake and Flickering Image* Let me adore your face, Admire your eyes, Get into you Through your eyes... Let me ...

A Bad life I lived it well Two hours each I spent  for my grandma, daughter and mom, And for my friend who was all alone As I faced tragedies and humiliations  one after the other ranging from  a failed ministry, a difficult divorce,  false accusations, employment issues,  to an emotional breakdown. My life did seem as bad as it could get,  But fight I did to live it well  with love for one and all The library met my queries and  the Bible helped me make sense of it all. Two hours I spent With my grandma in my childhood, Everyday, cooking, Greetings neighbours, Treating lepers well, Playing card games, And, hearing stories, poems, legends and epics. Mahabharat was there, There was Ramayana too, But the theme that lingered Was of betrayal and love so true. Two hours I spent, Perhaps, more, Every day with my daughter, As long as she was with me. We made dosas, played touch, cricket, Hide and seek, Occasionally futball. We created bedtime stories Of ...

Welcome back, fellow rascals. Today’s piece kicks off with a tense street confrontation, dives straight into the heavy psychology of human deceit, and somehow perfectly bridges the gap between deep Christian theology (εν Χριστώ) and iconic Indian cinema. From the biochemical metaphors of cell receptors to the global spectacle of political currency, this spoken-word poem questions the masks we all wear. When the world looks at you with furious rage or an alluring, deceptive smile, who are you really? And more importantly—are they even looking at you, or just projecting their own battles? Mal pani thinks I’m a bad guy, He has no knowledge of who am I? A few months ago, some Muslim guys Thought they figured out who am I? They surrounded me, argued, closing the space, Wanting to beat me up, black and blue, in rage. I asked them what’s the matter for your rage, They said they knew who am I? I was excited, because I didn't yet know, Deep in my soul, who am I? I always thought I’m εν Χρισ...

Grief isn't clean. It’s a messy, visceral wrestling match that takes over your body and upends your spirit. It’s the agonizing space where sacred devotion meets the everyday ache of an empty stomach and a broken heart. In this piece, we dive straight into that double-minded twilight—where letting go feels like a physical wound, and waiting for healing is the ultimate act of endurance. Here is a raw dispatch from the garden gate. The Candle Light: Lording Over Nothing You were the light, I was the candle That burned bright. But you left me When I needed you The most— In that garden, The gate near the school. Now, I loathe food. It seems yucky— Even ice cream doesn't taste good. Everything's stuck. Still, I chase your image, God in Human form, Lording over nothing— Now so difficult to see. I sought everywhere, But your sweet face Was nowhere to be seen. I rested only with memories, Wrestling all night In double-mindedness. Love told me to let you go So you could come again— B...