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

We
Are
Here
To breathe

No tragedy can choke us

It's enough to claim our existence

Unknown،
But suddenly known،

You roar in each street

Sometimes
He stealthily gets into the house

Sometimes
He breaks into it

He is a thief or dacoit؟
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O rat،
You tell me yourself

There is a man within me
He dislikes thorns
But likes flowers

The lilacs brush up against the brick houses.
Sun cascades over the roofs and sidewalks,
showing its welcoming invigorating warmth.
The wind hushes the chaos as the birds are all nestled amidst the trees.
Nothing like the smell of pine and damp soil in the air.
Nature,
speak to me like I'm a child in your womb.
The branches tick and tack against the windows.
Leaves skip and sail across into the muddy puddles.
Oh, how I love the way the sky brushes fresh colors of periwinkle and apricot.
I sit outside my porch and gaze upon what life has given us,
nature.

I’m too attached to you. I have to stop and think about my life and everything else around me. I get so wound up in you that I tend to lose track of time or what day it is. That is not healthy. I feel stupid for crying, stupid for begging, stupid for acting this way over a guy. It is never that serious, but I am just too attached.