A cup of cappuccino...

“Sat down on the church bench for a while, than knelt down,

Mind which used to hop around was still,

Was still, like it was hooked on some issues in life,

A hot cappuccino was at my side, which I was sipping at regular intervals of my personal time,

Mind was still, but heart was feeling heavy and don’t know what terrible happened to this part,

Was not able to laugh, and was not able to move my chick muscles to smile,

All of a sudden a call comes, may be to remind me of my priorities.

That cup of cappuccino was still on right hand side,

Even now, mind was still and wanted to ponder on certain things regarding life,

Holy Book I wanted to read I kept it on my other side,

I thought of moving forward, by talking to God and my brother Jesus,

Sill that cappuccino was at my other side,

Slowly eyes started searching for something and that small organ, which we call heart,

Started asking big questions why, what and wanted to know the God’s plan.

Surrounding was as usual, humans talking, birds chirping and work noise was going around,

It’s been 30 minutes now, still sipping cappuccino; I started asking why I haven’t started the talk,

I’m making the busiest spirit to wait for my start,

It happens very less, that your mind has stopped thinking and asking for more,

Don’t know what was happening,

But soon realized the my heart started thinking and enjoying the cappuccino in my hand,

I’m still not able to find out what’s going on with my still mind.

I kept my orange color pen down for a while,

And started asking to myself which chapter should I open to hear from God,

Randomly, answer I got form within,

Zachariah the prophet was taking about his dreams from God,

Cappuccino was getting less and was getting cold too,

Reason behind the dream, even for choosing a hot cappuccino is there,

Now the cappuccino was cold and was bitter in taste, but what to say when heart says woow.

Last sip was left and though I was sitting I realized that my knees are going weak,

And urge came from body to heart to bow down in front of God,

Asking Him to reveal the mysteries of dreams which I had,

Someone has lit a candle there, which I didn’t notice before,

Took my attention, when it started to struggle to keep its flame against the wind,

Still the mind was still and heart was doing the pondering job,

Reflecting on candles potential to keep the flame.

I analyzed, it was the amount of time a candle thread has to spend with the wax to keep its flame,

Is my heart hearing right, that God is asking me to spend time with Him,

And in His time He’ll reveal the His plan,

Now a voice, very loud, saying, I’m the candle thread, who has to take the challenges of life,

Making the word of God as the wax to my life, to walk and to do His will ,

Still that last sip is there, and I know that it has gone really bitter and cold,

I’m eager to taste this part of cappuccino even thought it’s not hot.

Still holding myself from having it, don’t know what that sip wants to say and reflect on my life,

Last sip is there and says that you should have had it when it was hot,

Yaah, we all have to understand why Almighty has turned simple clay into human,

I soon found out, that my life is not very long and I have to taste the will of God,

Before I miss the chance I got,

Missing it, means, have to bear the consequences,

Which is same as having a cold and bitter cappuccino in hand.”