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Down the memory lane
The journey of my identity, my life
unfolded in a broad spectrum of events
Of how I reacted to life’s happenings.
Sometimes proactive, most times reactive.
Other times, I succumbed to the world,
My dreams hung in balance
Almost letting go,
especially my being."


Along that memory lane,
My faith builds on my ego,
Hope regenerates within my being,
Perseverance grows strong,
And self esteem heightens,
I hold on,
the portion of my being,

Beyond the memory lane
a new journey of my life
where the modern life
challenges my tradition beliefs,
no anticipation of overnight change,
but vivid imagination of  good life beyond today
when tradition and modernity blend well
in my being.
Lipok Jamir Aug 2015
Confessing to God I am a sinner
LORD, every steps I take, I commit a sin.
Every word I speak, I commit a sin.
Every thoughts in my mind, I commit a sin.

I repent, I sin again.
A thousand times I have failed
Yet, so merciful is The Lord,
“ For great is Your mercy towards me,
And You have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol”


Each steps I take, i commit a sin.
I am so weak, still Jesus loves me.
“For sin shall not have dominion over you,
For you are not under law but under grace.”


Each word I speak, i commit a sin.
I am so weak, still Jesus loves me.
“For when we were still without strength,
In due time Christ died for the ungodly.”


So now, I take an oath.
“Surely my lips shall not speak unrighteousness,
Neither shall my tongue utter deceit.”

“Therefore my heart rejoiced,
And my tongue was glad;”


Each thoughts in my mind, i commit a sin.
I am so weak, still Jesus loves me.
I kneel before You and praise You,
"For we know that the law is spiritual,
but i am carnal, sold under sin."


Confessing to the Lord I am a sinner.
“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”
But now I am saved through Christ our Lord.
For “whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”

*“Blessed is the man who trusts in You!”
“Blessed be the Lord forevermore!
Amen and Amen”
Lipok Jamir Aug 2015
Daily life was such a bore,
Couldn’t get any more worst.
The events of life, all a blur,
Will this get any better?

I prayed to God to find an answer,
Hopping one day I’ll break this chain
Sweet chance, A friend walks in
That led my steps abroad.

Lord, how rich the times are now,
I praise and thank you for this.
Now must I thank ye friend,
For I see joy in thine presence.

The friendship you have given me,
The joy you brought to my soul,
Has filled me with strength
And made my world clear again.

Now life has changed.
The events of life all clear again
And much better the times are now
And I thank you very much.

In you I put my trust
And I will always have faith.
By your side I will always stand,
And be the ride you always want.

The moment we met,
We were caught in a friendship net.
And indeed a perfect set.
A gift from above I get.

Our friendship will never end,
I promise to you my friend
The events of life all clear again
I thank you very much once again.
This poem is dedicated to my friends who supported me and helped me choose my path right,who came in to my life and changed everything, who saved my life from a huge mess.....
Lipok Jamir Aug 2015
In this life, I see no joy.
To survive, it is a battle,
I no longer wish to fight
I struggle each day living my life with doubt.

I prayed asking God why am I still alive?
I don't see reasons to live,
Darkness is all that surrounds me.
and i am lost in the world blinded by the night

I sleep away with hopes for tomorrow,
just to resume the life.
The stresses in my heart and mind!!
At this point i am mentally unstable.
And It's enough pressure for a man to commit suicide.
Lipok Jamir Aug 2014
Just a lonely man On a rainy night.
Hopping to see his bonny bride,   
   To spend his time, a joyful night.  
        Just to see the morning dew.     
  Another day passes by.

        With hopes and fate by his side.      
        He sat and waits, another night      
                      Just to see the sun rise                      
   Another day passes by. 

 yet he waits again,
A wait that was long.
Till the day he heard a broken note,
That echoes through the woods Like a mournful song. 

The woods were quiet,
He heard the echo of a pity voice.
The voice of his bonny bride That channels through the woods
From another world.

— The End —