Wishful bliss.

This is pain I’m feeling,

A string of emotions surging through my body,

Tears dry,

And the soul still cries,

Bits of it patched, in need of healing,

Will I look, for one last time at that face ,

And remember the innocence of my childhood

Or will she, like a vampire bite my lips,

Suck my blood of pure , and show me grief painted in the devil’s grey and red ;

Screaming at me, on how I am the eternal fool

Will I recover?

Will I learn to speak once more?

Will I be able to use that confidence I once possessed as a child,

Or is it just all wishful bliss?


Loving thy neighbour.

Hello brothers and sisters. Today I felt like expressing myself more than just poetry. It will be a while before I sit down and write a poem, but oh well, who said I couldn’t open my mind using prose? Today I just want to preach to you all. More like just spread the word. We’ve been living in a world of so much hate and contempt, that we forget to breathe; we easily forget we are human, and every human deserve compassion right? (apart from those one’s who intentionally harm their neighbours)

Drawing from the new testament of the good book, I’d probably quote Matthew 19:19, honour thy father and thy mother: and, thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. This verse as self-explanatory as it is, we still find it hard in loving our neighbours. Look around you, we live in a diverse world and not everyone is going to subscribe to Christianity just because you think it’s good. Different people have different beliefs. Does that mean we should despise them?
Should we look down upon our neighbours because they aren’t Christian enough? Should we judge them for the way they live? I mean isn’t it up to God to do the judging? What does a good Christian do really?
We are supposed to live according to the way of the cross. We are supposed to uphold faith and revere God. We are supposed to live a righteous life in the eyes of God. All that doesn’t give us the right of superiority to others. In God’s eyes we are all sinners. 1 Samuel 13: 14. So if you read about the book of Samuel, it’s the period when Saul was the king, moments leading to this verse, he had gone against the will of God and burned and offering. (anyway this is deviating from my ‘sermon’. So read your bible please), so the Lord had already discovered this shepherd David, son of Jesse. On that verse, the prophet Samuel says that this shepherd is a man after God’s own heart. This is the very same David who took Uriah’s wife. His life was full of sin, and one thing to note he admitted to it. He knew he wasn’t perfect and even to his last dying breath he sought for God.

We are not perfect; we are with defects. That is what that makes us humans. A good Christian will always seek God no matter what. He or she we always acknowledge themselves a sinner and will be willing to be washed by the blood of Christ. That said, brothers and sisters; is it not in the Christian nature to despise our neighbours. Matthew 7:3 And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? (king james version with that hard English, replace mote with speck and beam with log)

….. love thy neighbour as thyself. Matthew 19:19

We should not be quick to judge on other people. We shouldn’t be quick to dismiss their beliefs and faiths. If our agenda is to spread the word, then let’s spread it with open hearts but not force it unto anyone. Some will accept the word and others will not. Those who don’t accept the word shouldn’t be victimized at all. The concept of Faith and Christianity is something new and intense, to them. Maybe they want to hold onto what they know, and that doesn’t make them wrong at all. They are not in the dark as we are made to believe most of the time. They are just different, and as Christians we need to respect that, not despise.

Remember the verse I started with Matthew 19:19. Have a blessed weekend everyone.

Broke her pen.

She closed that chapter she was dreaming to write for the longest,
I stole her pen and broke it,
She had written so much words,
She believed that she had to confess
But oh did she rip apart the innocence
That was once feeling my face

Destiny gave me this book, she would say
You are my protagonist, she would say

Ah naive little me,
The breath under her lips
She was my first kiss
And with that pen of hers; she wrote
“That is how the story begins ”

“We shall hold hands under the sun,
We shall dance, like mad men till our feet hurt,
We shall travel the world, and feel the heart of mother earth ”

Fantasy she wrote,

But damn, had she gotten my hopes high
She had opened that jar of emotions that every single girl who came my way couldn’t
I was smitten,
My soul had started to smile
It was no longer a thought of her being mine,
Rather it was factual, my hand could feel her skin; so fine

But did I say I broke her pen!

Yes, it was a short lived dream
A stroll towards the lover’s stream,
Bu the water didn’t seem lively, her eyes didn’t feel color
Her fantasy was dying, so was I with it

It was time to wake up,
I was able to,
But she has been stuck in that single dream unable to write her perfect fantasy
Because I broke her pen.


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I loved a girl once, her name was Sha.

“Sir, you’ve been staring in the mirror for a while now, are you sure you are okay, ” the tailor man was nagging me. I mean it is in the rarest of occasions when I get a chance to wear a suit, what’s even better; it wasn’t some cheap knock off that matched some table cloth or something. It was a 3 piece my friend. “Sir, if I could ask, is it really going to happen this time?” But there I was lost in a chain of thoughts. Oh I saw her face alright. Bloody and messy. She smelt like overdose and death, yet the beauty could be seen past her pale eyes. The beauty in her wedding dress. Damn

“Are you still with us, Paul,” my chain of thoughts are cut and I realise I’m no longer in the tailor shop. Sitting across me are the parents of my supposed bride. I say supposed because our marriage was always due but she always found a way to ditch the whole thing last minute. By this very moment, it was after our third attempt to a wedding and gosh, had I put my hopes high for her. My sweet precious Sha.

“We haven’t seen her since Friday. It’s been three days, do you understand? Three days!” The mother’s words were shaky. She was trying hard enough not to cry. The father on the other hand seemed to have come to a realisation that her daughter was actually fighting demons for the longest. These, plus the tension between the two made me feel uncomfortable sitting across them.

Frankly, I didn’t want to hear any more Sha talk. That girl broke me more than once like some balancing vase , and I still kept loving her. But a heart can only take too much, right?
“I don’t know how to help you. You should check at Ted’s house. God knows she’s been hiding there. ” I know what you must be thinking. How bad did this woman really hurt you that you end up being this cold to her parents. Well, it all starts from the age of five.

Sweet innocent child lying on the ground, his nose was bleeding. He was all dusty and his left elbow was bruised. He was crying. But this little girl comes from above. She blocks the scorching sun and stretches her hand to help the boy. “Don’t cry,” she says, “those boys are mean.” The little boy gets up, and for the very first time he sees this light in her eyes. “Can I be your friend,” he asks?
As you might have guessed it, yes I am the boy. Years passed and we grew, went through adolescence, shared our first kiss; had our first fight as a couple (I almost lost an eye). Drifted completely from each other but as fate would have it, we were able to find each other.

You see, along the way when we completely lost touch, I got mixed up with a group of people who introduced me to the world of crazy. I got involved with the hardest of drugs. I ran away from home for a long time. I got involved in a couple of fights and ended being stabbed multiple times but my turning point was my sweet precious Sha.

It was a chilly night, I was draining what was left in that bottle of whisky that was lying close to the garbage box, outside the bar. This woman who looked familiar comes out of the bar. She is wearing uniform, definitely a bartender or something. Her shaking hands are holding a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. She’s about to light her first smoke when I suddenly feel a thrust through my chest. It felt like my heart was failing. I welped and lay there my eyes all blurry seeing this angel rush towards me. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, ” I said. I started feeling numb on my tongue and lips. My eyes sunk into darkness. The next moment I woke up, I was on a hospital bed. Who would have believed my sweet precious Sha would be looking over me like a guardian angel. That was the moment I swore to get clean, for Sha.