You feel weak
When you're getting stronger.
You feel small
When you're expanding.
Frustrated, you feel stupid when you perceive
Friction,
But the reality is that
You're truly learning.
You feel distant,
But you're closer than ever,
And while the world seems
Ever-changing,
A few constants remain.
Travel the distance with awareness
And you'll finally see.
Even though you felt so blind moving from
'A' to 'B'.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
What happens "there",
Effects what is happening here.
"We" overpowers "I" by the billions!
Whatever separation that is perceived
Is an illusion.
Micro is the Macrocosm.
Empathy acknowledges our
Interwoven tapestry;
Every thread is its own carpet.
The individual is a symptom of the collective.
We become mirrors used to measure
our character.
Even in solitude, I am left to ponder
My divine connection to the "other".
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
I think we've grown numb to words like,
"Dead", "Killed", or "murdered".
I think we make excuses for words like,
"Raped" and "tortured".
I think we've grown accustomed to
Forced separation, and blatant theft -
All have become numbers,
There are no humans left!
Rendered as mere spectators,
We are looking for the next atrocity;
"Being paralysed is safer for my family."
Despair is the purchase we pay for in blood-money,
"That's why I go to work."
"Settle into your routines, pretend you didn't look."
"Be polite when demanding for dignified life,
"Only march if that is understood."
And in every second spent between
Decision and action,
Hundreds are obliterated!
It is as if time doesn't operate the same,
And these horrors are tolerated!
Anyone who screamed "ENOUGH!"
Risks death and imprisonment
In exchange for certainty in victory,
And God's favour.
All glamour over this life has disappeared.
There is no pleasure in idle talk,
No pleasure in selfish pursuits.
Losing my dignity and humanity
Has become a far greater threat
Than anything else I have left to lose.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
As the mud hid your secrets,
You pressed on with vehement anger.
Decades were molded into your container,
While fire hardened your ceramic.
You glazed this product in a sparkling finish,
Painted it with the right words,
Careful not to ruffle feathers,
You couldn't handle it.
It is too heavy, but it is a memento,
Sentimental.
Symbolising every statement that only serves to
Confirm and justify
Your behaviour.
And I stared on, my heart growing colder by its hostile design,
Using it as inspiration to form mine.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
Whatever's planned for me, it is something good.
What else could possibly await
When my future is destined by the one who owns
Every Praise?
My pursuit for love will survive these battles.
Despite fear or doubt, they will be fought.
Despite my weakness, they ought to be conquered.
Thus I shall have full trust that even pain
Comes with a profound gift.
Have you heard of a victor feeling defeated?
The hopeful feeling depleted?
My skin and hair may shed when tears aren't enough,
And they'll nurture my roots,
Reminding me that I come from profound Mercy, eternal Justice,
And the deepest Love.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 12:25 PM UTC
Desert dunes glide like waves in blistering winds.
Around its heart, a strong hand is wrapped
As it aids it to beat by squeezing and releasing.
Accompanying its drums, the dust dances on the hymns
And want to sing the same notes-
I mustn't let them.
These notes are a mirage of something grotesque,
A shadow who's presence I've used to verify that I exist.
Terrifying, yet familiar, awful, but it's always been close.
"You ignore!"
"So do you."
"You judge!"
"Haven't you?"
Only a cactus can flourish in these circumstances.
So if you decide to reach,
Don't blame its spikes for the drawn out blood.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
What do you know about love?
About the way it has molded you?
Do you know how it created the space inside?
Were you aware of the shapes of its rooms,
Its breathing walls,
Its vastness decorated with memorabilias.
In each space, the same tune plays,
Like a subtle hum.
You carry it in the way you walk and talk,
In the way you look and feel.
You may have forgotten, you may doubt it,
But it is more real than
What you'd be without it.
Only love can make pain precious,
And turn sadness to an homage.
Only love can turn anger to an act of kindness.
Only love can embrace forgiveness.
Only love can make solitude warm,
Only love can shape your form.
I wished I held on to every moment.
Turned this knowing into knowledge.
I should've cherished the kisses,
The warmth in those hugs.
I should've written down the stories,
Before love reminded of loss.
So even though despair may leave us stranded,
Remember that love is a gift already granted.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
You spent your days and nights,
Guarding life,
That you were liberated from death,
Oh martyr.
People, enslaved by delusions
Wanted to enslave you,
And none were wiser.
Oh martyr,
You may have been but a child,
A woman, a fighting man,
An elder,
Maybe you were killed for offering a helping hand,
A mother, a father.
We grieve over the loss
Of our sister, our brother.
With each light that is cut off
The world grows darker and darker.
Robbed from your care and your love
It gets so much colder,
And so the rest of us are left
Under the glaring shadow of imminent death
Because the war doesn't seem to end
'til every soul draws its last breath.
Tell me,
If the hearts that beat are similar,
If the lungs that breathe are
Capable of uttering words familiar,
Then why have we been separated from ourselves?
The devil has no answer once he is called to question.
Instead he burrows your face,
And wears a copy of your skin,
And utters these words back to you.
And soon those deluded
Spread their corruption
Like the potent sparks of hell.
They light the flame in worship
Of this world in which
Their darkest desires dwell.
Forgetting
That our true home is in heaven,
And the children of Adam are displaced.
Heaven's diaspora!
Should we again be swooned
By Satan's Whisper
It would be the greatest shame!
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
Revelling in its opulence,
I still thought the grass could be greener.
Poisoned with delusion,
My pride only grew with anger.
I had sought and I had sought and I
Suffered every step of the way.
I listened to the whispers and
My heart hardened, my eyes darkened,
Hair began falling, turning grey.
Poison seeped out my pores,
My words swayed those vulnerable
To have a share in my hell.
Dear God,
I have fallen.
This devil would like to return to heaven.
Purify my soul, offer me a chance
At redemption.
Dear God,
I admit to you with deep shame,
I have learnt my lesson.
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
Your blood
Submerged in the soil
Helps a red rose to grow.
Once cut, it regrows,
It is cut and cut again,
Uprooted, burned, and poisoned,
But there is an infinite mercy that
Brings it back.
And as long as there is life,
There is a path to forgiveness.
And as long as there is life,
There is a chance.
As long as there is a heart,
There is healing.
So do not lose hope whilst you're bleeding.
Look around and see the chances given
Glittering like stars in the night sky,
Twinkling as they say hello and goodbye.
I wouldn't lie to you.
Your rose will always grow.
It is a promise worth fighting for.
Jul 22, 2024
Jul 22, 2024 at 7:32 AM UTC