Summer heat,
Enduring heart,
Warm smiles,
Bright eyes
A dreamy gaze
Fading through unknowns
As reality whispers
Let your love be free . . .

love does not insist on its own way. 1 Cor 13:5

Painted horizon,
In November autumn,
Leaves falling,
Hearts beating,
Unspoken words still hidden,
Unceasingly confounded
Where this is headed,
So I look up the heaven
And ask when,
“Only time can tell,
Until then,
May fate lead us together, again”

When my heart seeks for peace,
I take a long walk,
And find you shining still,
I could hear silence,
While you glow through the dark,
You remind me whatever is broken can now heal.

She looks at beauty through her eyes
That is how she has been taught since
That a pretty face is adored
And a dark skin is ignored
She is so insecure
She barely believes in herself
Because who would take notice
Of a girl not well dressed
Who would even love her
With all her flaws
But like flowers that thrive
She is also a daisy that blooms
She dances with the wind
She gives color to the field
And as she follows the light
then she’ll realise
That true beauty is not only seen through the eyes

“Do not let your adorning be external-the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear-
but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.” 1 Peter 3:3-4

Someday, maybe.

I want you to know,
My heart likes you so,
In ways that I dont understand,
How could you be so calm and warm
But still like a rainstorm,
Keeping me awake at night,
Wondering when would this stop,
Would it ever end?
Should the break of dawn
Be a sign of farewell?
Or a new beginning?
I listen to my heart
Once again I recall. . .
Your deep voice
Like echoes of raindrops
And melodies in my ear
But my mind could only hear
The sound of goodbye
And too soon I’d say
Someday.
Maybe.

“that you not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.” – Song of Solomon 8:4

Yesterday’s Dream

I bask for a while in the warmth of summer
Breathing deeply as my thoughts drift away
Remembering the days gone by
And wondering why people change

I wish to be wrapped in memories
Of yesterday’s dreams,
The hope it brings to my innocent heart
The light that shines in my weary eyes

Then suddenly everything fades
As the wind comes rushing through my soul.
The heat of the sun is still scorching
I am yet to live what has left with me.

The road is sometimes rough but it does not define your journey.

And even if they said that the road less travelled is hard it does not mean you need to walk on your own.

You are surrounded with people who want to follow you, walk with you, and wait for you.

“And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, – Hebrews 10:24”

I‘m Leaving, Again

It’s 3 in the morning. I pleaded 5 more minutes to stay in my bed but my alarm was telling me to get up, “it is time to leave!”

It has been like this since I was sixteen, since I started university. I guess I am not really supposed to stay. . . I don’t know, to be honest.

All I know is that every time I leave, I feel this lingering feeling, something more than sadness. It’s probably because of wistful goodbyes and the thought that I might not have any space when I return. It’s probably the thought of alienation, of not recoginising home anymore.

But, this is my life now. I chose this path in hope that in my journey, home will find its way in my heart wherever life will take me.

Old friend . . .

Old friend, I hope I told you that you hurt me when you never said a word after you disappeared. I had a lot of what ifs and I didn’t know how to answer all the questions lingering in my head. You made me feel like I could be disposed easily and I meant nothing to you at all.

But, time took care of everything, and I realized that you were never meant to stay and I was never meant to linger anymore.

Old friend, I hope I told you I liked you. I liked you because you showed to me that sunflowers are beautiful and fire trees radiate. . .

I liked you because you love my God.

But, I guess God separately planned greater things for us. Everything was supposed to happen and everything worked perfectly fine.

Old friend, I hope I told you that I waited for explanations when you first messaged me after years! I waited for you to give me answers and probably an apology.

But, I did not receive any. You came back casual. I wanted to cry because I was frustrated yet I held my tears and realized you were not worthy even a drop of my tear.

Old friend, I hope I approached you when I saw you having dinner last night. But i knew I would never speak to you again.

Old friend, thank you for letting me learn that love is not for a shallow heart. You are also a lesson.

This would be the last time that I would write something for you. 🙂 I am moving on, finally.