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hope …
fingers raw, bruised and sore,
masks stripped, truth tearing at the core,
feelings forgotten, discarded and rotten,
emptiness scratching at the bottom,
moments fungal, trapped in this desolate jungle,
scalding pride to ashes cold and humble,
dreams trashed, memories adrift, lashed,
wheels of lives callously slashed …
still, yet, always,
hope persists,
through life’s turns and twists,
hope never dies,
hope resists …
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Scribbled Verse 
I’m new to your blog and intrigued in your subject of hope. I wondered where and why you write about it in the way you do.
You see, I no longer hope as I am not able to permit myself to do so. To me, hope means there is a promise that will be fulfilled and for me I know that it is not possible. I am chronically ill, and if I hope I can’t live in the reality of today.
I trust in God very much, and I trust in the light to come, but hope to be well again and live life as I once did, well I simply cannot go there.
xxxx
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your words touch me deeply and move me immensely. My mother passed away in 2008 after a lengthy battle with Motor Neurone Disease (ALS) and I remember her also losing hope at times as the disease was terminal and that made her question everything. I think my scribbles about hope are somehow just a cathartic attempt to get over the pain and loss of my mother. It is not always that I really ‘feel’ the hope I scribble about but somehow wish that the words would offer comfort to me in some small way. I cannot imagine the pain you are going through and I say that without pity or sympathy or being condescending. It is yours and only your pain can be felt by you. Your trust in God and in the light to come is what my mum also felt as her terminal illness got gradually worse. And yes it was not at all easy and sometimes impossible for my mum to have “hope” knowing that her condition was terminal so she took some comfort in faith.
Thank you my dear friend for sharing such deeply personal pain. It is impossible for anyone who is not experiencing what you are experiencing to ever understand just what your thoughts and feelings are but I do understand that the concept of hope is not one you, like my late mother could not embrace knowing the road ahead to be what it is going to be.
Thank you once again my friend and my warmest wishes and gratitude to you for sharing your deeply personal words and sentiments.
May God continue to bless you.
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So true, I always think that hope is the only hope.
Well written, stay blessed
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thank you very much and may you and all those dear to you stay blessed too.
Peace ✌
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You know this idiom, “Doobate ko Tinke ka Sahara” even the smallest of the things(straw or a twig) can save a drowning man. And hope is that ray of light in the dark that guides us home.
Beautifully expressed, especially the way you ended it, …hope never dies…hope persists…hope resists…
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That is a profound and inspiring idiom my friend. I shall indeed remember it.
Your words are so true and your sentiments about the ray of light in the dark that guides us home is so lyrical and inspiring in itself.
Thank you for your warm words – deeply appreciated and humbling.
Warmest wishes to you and all those dear to you.
Peace ✌
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Happy Diwali, Afzal, to you & the family! Here’s hoping lots of love, light & laughter come your way!
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Thank you my dear friend Kunal! All the warmest of wishes to you and the family as well.
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