Right in the of the blossom of life,
The shock of life crept in.
Oh! That which I feared the most,
has visited me.
I was like the flower set for blossom in the spring,
Yet eaten up by the pest of the field.
Falling down and down,
Just like walking on slippery slanting slope,
I looked my left and right, not even a glimpse of hope.
I was like a ******* with four legs, yet i couldn't walk.
I was drowning in the bottomless sea of obscurity.
Why? Why?
I cried aloud.
Oh LORD, help me!
Of what good is an Eagle without wings.
Then it dawned on me, that "everything in this life is perishable".
Great kingdoms fall in the blink of an eye;
but one thing is imperishable- God's love.
He guided me, like a lamp unto my path,
From the bottomless sea of hopelessness.
He held my hands,
And step by step,
He comforted, remodelled and rebuilt me in line with His prototype- Jesus Christ.
My wings are growing!
This time, stronger than ever;
Faster than ever;
So powerful than ever- indestructible!
And beautiful than ever.
I'm ready to fly.
Behold, not even the tornado nor the hurricane can sway me in it's direction.
Mr Gravity has bowed down to me!
Oh yes! I've beaten the Escape velocity.
I'M FREE @LAST ......Kenu Oshare
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
Oh the tears
Oh the pain
Oh the anguish
The suffering of the people
With their sorrowful heart
Broken to pieces by wickedness
Smothered and shredded
Afflicted and forsaken
Seeking peace and comfort
Calling out to whoever
Crying out for help
But all to no avail
I dwell in self gratification
I live in a conceited world
My words are to your derision
Denunciation is my motto
I care less about the world around me
Stinginess lies in my marrow
I am aroused by an inordinate desire for greatness
Treachery lies in my heart
I am impenitent and obdurate
I am consumed by my profane thoughts
And yet I say
I am chosen nation
A royal priesthood
A peculiar person
Dwelling in Glory and Splendor
Enjoying the Goodness of The Almighty
Not minding the world around me
Ignoring their cries
Overlooking their pains
Oblivious to their anguish
Though I know the way to peace
And God as made me a light of the world
I covert this light for myself alone
My selfish deeds
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Fulfill your dreams,
Then and only then you shall die in peace
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
1 year,
365 days,
12 months,
8766 hours,
525600 minutes,
And
3153600 seconds.
Tick tock, tick tock,
Time has passed.
Despair,
Remorse.
He died,
Seems like ages.
I cry a lot,
But never have i stopped missing you from that day.
The day they took your coffin away,
Leaving behind decay !
I've been counting all the days,
And it now has been exactly 1 year,
I'm far too late to say this,
But I love you,
And I will always miss you.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Life - the period between birth and death.
The rising of the Sun comes with the fulness of life; the replenishing of that which was lost.
Just like the spring comes with the green, flowers spring forth, so the beauty of life comes forth, rejuvinating that which was dead.
I've come to realise that life is quite blissful.
I've found out that what we do everyday and what we classify as "normal" is "phenomenal" if you take a closer look.
I've discovered that even if you're not exactly where you would like to be, that doesn't mean that right now life isn't beautiful.
We're constantly surrounded by wonders, but we become insensitive because they come so gracefully and seamlessly.
Have you ever thought of how fascinating, the air we breath in and out? Do you think before you breath? You don't right? It just happens. Isn't it amazing?
Every breath and every moment that's creating the opportunity for you to be alive, is a miracle, that's the beauty of life.
I've also seen that, there's no ordinary and extraordinary moment. All i see is beauty everywhere.
If you understand this, you can look at ordinary objects and find beauty in it's existence.
If you understand this, you can see a pile of rotting compost and realise that within that organic waste lies the possibility of a garden of flowers.
The beauty of life is about the victories won.
The beauty of life is about problems solved.
The beauty of life is about appreciating the world around.
For me, it is about creating something out of nothing;
For me, the Beauty of life is about making the impossible possible;
It's placing value on happiness.
Open your eyes, for life is beautiful..
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
*I am happy when you fail
I am glad when you fall
I am joyous when you are broken
My selfish thoughts
I want all for myself
I want all by side
I want what is yours
My selfish desires
Oh, I had no choice
Oh, it was a mistake
Oh, it just happened
My selfish deeds
I am full of zeal
I am full of ambitions
I am full of excitement
All to a selfish end*
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
*I may not always say it
I may not always do it
I may not always show it
But my heart beats for you
Thousands of miles away
Several Kilometers apart
Over the seas and oceans
My heart beats for you
When the day is gone and the dark night approaches
When the wind is calm and nature is at rest
When the birds are no longer singing
What keeps me company is my heart beats for you
My heart beats when you smile
My heart beats when you whisper
My heart beats when you touch
My heart beats when you are close or far
Nothing can compare to the rhythm of my heart for you
My racing heart is forever singing your love
My love for you is as real as my beating heart*
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
What is your beauty?
Is your beauty a pool of deceit or honesty?
Is your beauty a phony display or sincerity?
Beauty is how you say what you say.
Beauty is how you perceive what you see..
Beauty is how you receive what you hear...
Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent.
Where is your beauty?
Is your beauty in the mask you wear or deep in your heart?
Is your beauty in the words you say or in your action?
Beauty is in your understanding.
Beauty is in that kind word you speak..
Beauty is in that encouraging smile you give...
Just like the petals of a rose your beauty blooms from within.
True beauty is a source of light
True beauty is a source of life
True beauty is a source of strength
True beauty is a source of hope
The question is ARE YOU A TRUE REFLECTION OF BEAUTY???
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC