THE INDIAN COMMENTATOR

All those who walk  on the Way are unified through the sacrifice of the Lamb.  ~~~~

Grace-X Find me when I’m lost, Fill me when I’m empty, Stand by me when I’m alone, Come to me, when I’m away. Break through the shackles, Shower your grace, When I’m just a solitary star, In the sky of dreams, asleep. Tomorrow: Epilogue.   PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE

Grace-IX Days of sorrow wash away, Hands are dusty; kneel, and pray. All is meaningful, close to you.  NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE

Grace-VII Until I write about you, I am a word juggler, Until I speak about you, I am insane. Until your face turns towards me, My life is in the shade of night, Until the curve of your lips, Lift my spirits, I am unborn. NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE .

Grace-VII When you feel pain, I feel it too. When you feel numbness, I feel desperate like a prisoner. When your toes glide, Upon the mattresses of life, I am alive. NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE .

Grace-VI This poem has no meter, It stretches like my deep skin, To the limits of my passion, Until it draws blood, Upon the inhibitions of nature. I, still, stretch it, closer to you. Bless me with just one touch, And gratify my quest for grace. NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE .

Grace-V Love is not for the faint of hearts, Love is not for the brave ones, Love is not for the loner, either. It’s for the one, who met You, Myself —dear Grace, because of you. NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE .

Grace-IV I have a reason to make you smile, I have a reason to make you look at me, I have a tender cause to attend, A solid conviction, That you and I are aligned. Without your gaze, the shade I call life, Do not exist, Grace.  NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE .

Grace-III I lied about the morning. I lied about the sunshine. About spring, I never was truthful, I wasn’t telling you everything about life. But all you need to know about me, I tell you in three words: I love her—Grace.  NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE .

Grace-II Grace found its accommodation, When love found its way. Walls do not shatter, ever, Once built, whatever you pay. Grace colours them, with passion, Making them stand in hope’s way. Grace, you are the colour , I coloured , with you my life’s way, The wall of my incarceration. NEXT PART : Tomorrow.  PREVIOUS PART: HERE What is Grace ? See the answer HERE .