I’ve prayed for You, for quite some time now. Deliver your blessings. Yes, I’ve gotten aggressive. I’ve gotten impatient. Because You made me a mortal, a human, a dreamer. I am here now, demanding You my dreams. I cannot live long, to watch my apocalypse. I am here now, challenging Your design of my unfathomable mind. There must be some glitch in Your perfect universe. The prayers must have been lost in transit. Fill the empty space with some air. Spread love everywhere. The message isn’t meant to die in the letter. It would be better, if You were Speed, and blessed me with Godspeed. But, here I am, waiting for You, to show me the way. What’s the delay? Am I not loud enough? Am I not clear enough? Am I not yet ready for Your deliverance? Speak with me. You haven’t bestowed me with superpowers. I am super-normal. I do not understand invisible supers and subtitles of life. Please listen to my heartb...
Seasons turn, yet their rhythm never falters. The rains arrive when they must, the sun blazes in its time, and winter winds whisper their quiet chill. So too with this blog—its name carries a deliberate flaw, a gentle reminder that mistakes are part of us, often unnoticed, sometimes beautiful. Let this one be the sweetest slip of all: where Ameet becomes a myth, and myths find their faith. That's "Ameethyst"—born of imperfection, yet gleaming all the more for it.