Ref's ~

Your life, your journey  begins at home,  in your own backyard.  This is where  dreams take shape This is where  values are forged.  Know who you are,  Whose you are,  Where you're from.  The grass is green and tall.  Time is fresh and kind.  Enjoy your backyard life  While it lasts.  See beauty in little lanes. Put your heart in all that you do.  If you ever need a pat on the back Then call your sister Tell her,  Celebrate ,  Let there be  Laughter,  Dancing,  Light and  Life Enjoy it while you have it.  Don't be afraid Of hard work,  Of questions, Of constructing Dreams and friendships.  It is your duty, my  friend To find for yourself  some good friends.  A strong support at your back for the rest of your life.  So, go make some friends Talk deep and love deeper.  So go climb and go live.  While you can. 

We reached out for flowers but found thorns instead.  We wanted petals, but got blood.  What we thought was beauty, was hurt disguised in happiness.  So be careful little hands and little hearts of what you reach out for.  Be careful of settling down for lesser things just because you hate being empty-handed. Maybe sometimes your hand needs to clench its fingers to a fist,  And stop reaching.  But sometimes, you need to stretch your feet and tip toe  so you can reach out more,  A little further, a few more inches.  And maybe for you to do that  You have to open your tight fist,   your closed heartgates, the doors of your mind,  Let go and don't be afraid  To reach, reach and reach And reach out in faith.  And I'll be praying for you So you'll find something beautiful at the other end,  The kind of beauty that doesn't leave you with scars,  Beauty soft like flowers and petals Soft like the ti...

If you were mine.  I would write encouraging notes for you And slip them next to your handkerchief,  If you ever have to use it, you'll find them.  So, you'll always have something to read And your pockets will never be empty.  I wish you'll love my writings.  And I wish I could draw  So I could colour you in all the colours I see you in And show you off to the whole world.  But I can't draw.  Instead, I'll pick up my camera And capture you in all the details I see you in.  The way your lips curl when you read.  The way your eyes dance when you're excited.  The way your soul sings.  Yes, your soul.  I would capture pictures of your soul.  Pictures worthy of you.  If you were mine I'd do all these things For you.  But you can never be mine.  Because I'm selfish.  I don't want anything that isn't wholly mine.  I wish you were wholly mine ~

This is my mind and I wish I can tell you how unclear and hazy, how messy and misty it is. I wish I can tell you how it falls a little on the dark side, how it has shadows and silhouettes... I wish I can tell you that I wrestle with my thoughts, I wrestle with their consequences. I wish I can tell you that my life is not all rainbows and picture perfect. It's foggy and sunlightless. I wish I can tell you how it really is inside. It's hard to express my mind in a way that you won't see me as someone broken or maybe even unbeautiful. So when words fail, we turn to photographs, little pictures that show how both light and shadows and spooky colours make beautiful art. There's still a certain redeemable beauty about a daunting and an eerie photograph so it's like that with my mind also. My mind is a masterpiece in pieces and a work in progress. 

I heard Him say               "I'll take you to the desert to be tested and tempted. I'll take you there so you can learn to thirst. In the scorching heat, you will learn to stay under my shadow. Your heart will yearn and long for the mountains and the rivers but you will learn that I am enough for you. I will be your companion, always at your right and your left. Even when you'll wish for someone else, for someone else's warmth, for someone else's touch to be upon your skin, for someone else to be angry at you, all you'll have is me and you will learn that I am enough for you."   

Once Upon A Childish Love  ​I loved you. Loved. Loved. Loved.  It shouldn't have become something of the past.  But I was young. Young. Young. Young.  Nobody believed me when I said it would last.         Once upon a childish love        Once upon a naive tale         Our bodies were light        Our hearts were frail.         Now, we are hardened.         Our songs are stale.         Our love is broken        Our happy ending failed.  Society was right.  Yet, our love was great Our love was wild and untamed.  Our love outgrew us.  The flow of time is to blame.                             ✒✒✒               Solitude Is My Song.  ...

        Some days you wake up looking for a reason to be grateful. It's like wanting to sing a song of praise and glory but all you have is a hum at best. Where is your voice to praise God? Where is your strength to dance for Him? Instead, every exhale and heartbeat are all you have for Him and even those are from Him. Some days, your pockets are empty and you have nothing left and so you pray. But a prayer of faith isn't an escape but a stronghold.  So hold on strong because God isn't leaving you on read, He is just taking his time to reply. And yet sometimes He does and yet sometimes He doesn't. But you can keep praying because you still have breath in your lungs and even breath is grace.        Some days you play hide and seek with God and God loves to hide. He loves to keep to himself a lot of times . Everyday you see the unknowableness of Him and everyday you keep looking. He lies there amidst mysteries and questions. But God...