The Divine Riddle: A Conversation with the Architect!!

 

A Note on "Mood Swings"

​Before you tell me that women have mood swings and it's visible in my posts, let me warn you: I have great competitors like Mr. Trump and Mr. Macron. One gives a statement and backs out in a single day, and the other says, "Let’s go on a trade bazooka!" Then there's our nearest neighbor, constantly highlighting a trade surplus of billions in China while the ground shifts beneath them.

​So, don’t blame just me for being a woman. I see more mood swings in men with power these days than in any "High Value" algorithm.

​Sometimes, though, the "mood swing" isn't about politics or digital traps. Sometimes, it’s a quiet conversation with something much higher than a world leader. It’s the moment when the digital deception fades, and you’re left looking at the signs carved into your own life.

A Conversation with the Architect:-

Lord, years ago, You wove a thread,

Of coincidences I misread.

A trail of breadcrumbs, soft and fine—

I followed them, thinking, "This is mine." But the path was hollow, the signs were skewed,

A grand redirection I hadn't pursued.

And when You finally turned the wheel,

The courage I needed wasn't real.

You watched me struggle, You watched me fail,

As I walked the wind and braved the gale.

Each phase a mountain, each step a test,

I carried the weight, hoping for rest.

I told myself, "The end is near,"

While wiping away the grit and fear.

Now, years have passed, and the silence is gone,

The same old signals are turning back on.

But my heart is weary, my eyes are wise,

I see the trap beneath the disguise.

And now, that number stands in wait,

Carved in stone beside my gate.

Is it a promise? Or just a design?

I used to beg for a tangible sign.

But I am tired of the maze and the "nearly,"

Of waiting for You to speak to me clearly.

So, I’ll leave the riddle right there at the door,

I won’t ask for meanings or maps anymore.

If the silence is Your answer, then let it be deep;

I have promises to myself I must keep.

Whether it’s a gift or a trick of the light,

I’ll trust my own soul to get through the night.

For the peace that I feel when I stop seeking "why,"

Is the only true signal I need to get by.