The evening cast a warm glow peeking through the curtains.
Dionne Warwick’s “Make It Easy On Yourself”
Hissed and popped as the needle danced across the record.
Its sorrowful tune echoed the room, looping
The words easy on yourself
As life stood still
And time grew short.
With a trashbin stuffed with crumpled up letters,
A phone shoved in the side pouch
Of a bookbag buzzed. It eventually
Stopped,
And the music grew louder
And louder.

There she laid---
Her arms and legs sprawled out
While her body slowly sunk, being one with the bed
Finally.

Her lips quivered,
Unraveling an ocean of warm tears. The room
Seemed blurred out, but her eyes
Still captured posters, the ceiling fan,
The fairy lights.
Her cotton candy hair rustled against her cheeks---
Sticking to her as the tears continued to fall.
Then, the phone
Buzzes again, this time longer
As it competed with the song.

Cut up pictures of
Missing,
Burnt out, faded faces
Decorated the floor, and the girl
Softly wept, sniffled, and let out a sigh.
She couldn’t stop weeping.
As life stood still,
And time grew short,
She knew she had to make it easier on herself.

Our desires are everything

Without them

We are just a hollow pipe

The thinking that I am the only one
Who could create a new path to walk on
Is the only thinking that causes joys in life

Loving someone despite being disliked is a great virtue

Virus virus everywhere
Not a single patient to be found

There’re echoes of times long ago
Villages full of ghosts
Empty buildings & empty lives
Where just the seagulls act as hosts.

The Sun one day shines to its brightest
And it will manifest nothing
But nurtured mountains in their defined glory.
Great is the Son who’s risen!
That even the waters sing His Name!
No more cold hours,
No more shivering shoulders.
For when the Lion roars in His might,
Then He’ll be heard
Even in the depths beyond sight.

Let there be —
A burning light in one’s soul,
A consuming fire in every torch we hold.
That every thought involved
Becomes a move from the Spirit that flows.

As He hovers over the face of the waters,
And as the wind listens to His breath,
Let every heartbeat come in unity
Naked & humbled by His Name.

Let there be a constant reminder:
To continue seeking the Light
For His righteousness covers
Even the darkest in his nights.

That when He speaks,
He is led on bended knees
Then He'll find his heart surrendered,
Consumed with blaze-like lighting & thunders.
To the weary soul that wanders away,
He will return like the prodigal son.
The arms of the Father, ready to embrace
No guilt & shame to hinder his pace.

And if He's the Voice of Truth,
Then whatever the soul obeys,
It becomes a delight to honor & exalt —
A pleasing aroma to the King.
For as one seeks His heart,
His presence becomes one in him.

There will be visions & dreams,
Alive like a burning arrow,
And it’ll spread towards nations.
For what He once called "good"
Will proclaim His glorious "Great I Am"

He will go, together with His chariots of fire.
Heaven’s wide open,
And there’s an army of God
And no darkness can destroy him.

The Lord is on high, the Lord is in us;
And as one lives in Him,
He will live forever & ever –
In Jesus' Name, one will find the power of "Amen."


Every “let there be” is bound to happen,
It’s like going back from the very beginning,
From the very reason why and for whom we’re living.
This year, let there be Jesus in our lives!
We are never the same as yesterday —
We are one in Him and all by the grace of God!

While jogging on the flyover
The orange dressed Sun
Looked at me،
Played hide and seek

And the trees kept like parents
To their child
Kept
holding it
On their shoulders

I said hi
Through my smile

The 🍊 orange moon
                   Hung from the green rope

The leaves
                   Wore yellow dresses