Friday, 2 May 2014

Returns of my pen

My pens dried up for a while. Unable to write down that my mind and heart were writing within. I just refilled the ink back. I always wanted to restart. But, Did I ever start then? A question! Yes, long time ago, here and there. Nothing in systematic nor organized. Some were in dreams and part of my day dreams. I had this very pen in my school days, later used it then and then hither and tither. Now my thought goes, what if I write on my dairy notes so that myself can read them from anywhere whenever needed. Allah has blessed me with much of His Favors. Thanks in return can never be completed either in action or in words. It's all beyond that. He keeps giving me again and again. Unto Him raises my sins, yet untome befalls His Mercy.  An understanding and recognizance of a blessing as a blessing itself is a way of thanks giving. That’s what a slave can do the least. Life has gone past half the average man's life. So this is a time to ponder over the past and think about. About the gone days and future of that whatever may be left. All to be done before the eternal journey begins. 

My pen which the ink I just refilled wants to scribble down further. Hope the ink never dries up again. The writing goes on and on. Until some of the pictures of past life are drawn here before viewers or readers and they benefit something of it. Here I go Bismillah..


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