A lift from the ground
by the hands of the Father
from far above.
With so little faith,
in every crumble I stand back up.
I say,
Thank you, my Maker!
I fail,
but I have You who are truly The Greatest.

An eloquence in silence I have mastered
Wet monsoon cannot compete with me
Even the passerines as they chitter get flustered
For I am fluent in speaking hushed misery.

soul opened still fine
though the key wasn’t a match
the heart is, perhaps

You had her
yet you asked for more
perhaps a silver diamond
or a golden stone
what was she, you scorned
'a bronze medal
you didn’t want to display'
a gem,
fragmented and astray
a treasure,
that she has always been
and later realized on her way
a prize,
who you wish stayed.

Sitting still with eyes that wander
The mind is sane yet lost in a wonder
"Coffee spilled from a broken mug
Though the stains remained to fog
It is now bared from a steamy hug."

Sitting still with rested eyes
The mind was unclear but now is wise
"No need for a mug, need not to hide
A coffee so precious must be spilled
To tame the wild."

my tongue is craving for alcohol;
my esophagus is getting dry from all these cryings.
my liver concurs;
don’t worry about cirrhosis, it says,
you’re already gone before it occurs.

the feeling of belongingness is not always found
in the things we thought would be our solace;
it’s important to bring our truest selves
so we wouldn’t be out of place.