I wanna talk about you
And the things I miss about you
But you see, my pen is broken
And my heart has lost its rhythm
The words are crooked
And the paper is nothing but rejection
But let me just write this down
You were the kind of love
I planted on a flower ***
You were the kind of love I watered with silence
And you were the kind of love
That blossomed from a distance
And you were the kind of love that was just as equally painful
And yet it was also as hauntingly
beautiful.

My life at
the beginning
of creation
is woven with
words and
watered down
with poetry.
My mind
creates the
pictures that
the heart
wants me to
interpret into
words and
give it life.
My eyes
feeds the mind
with profound
scenes of the
unspeakable,
which my mouth
translates into
intricate words
of clear speech
and poetry.
Complex in nature,
convoluted and tangled,
complicated and twisted,
ravelled and ornate,
labyrinthine and winding,
maze-like and knotty,
serpentine and sinuous,
circuitous and detailed,
daedalian and involute,
mixed up and fiddly,
byzantine and Gordian
mind blowing words
that are arranged
in a delicate way,
to soothe and smooth,
correct and mend,
comfort and bring
solace to heal
our brokenness.
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Now that you know,
yesterday you didn't know.
Today you are smarter.
Tomorrow can be better.
Achievements come
but bit by bit,
from glory to glory.
You can change
and overcome your fate,
not overnight but
consistently by faith.
Insurmountable obstacles
can be leveled,
by daily dose of
your persistent pressure
on its presence.
No amount of cajoling
can stop a determined
soul to step aside
from its beliefs.
There is no turning
back for the one
who sets out to
plough in the
business of living
for he knows the
glory that is to come.
Don't wait for
whatever you want
to come to meet you,
you must move
towards it with
one step at a time.
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