Deep.

The noise of crowd drowns the cries of the heart.

"I am a liability" slips in and out of the mental zone.

With aching squeezes within the chest front,

The face remains straight with little hints of the inner turmoil.

But the eyes betray with the flow down the cheeks.

The words have hit the nail of the issue.

What a fool, the heart exclaims.

Yet another voice speaks, wait and listen.

A heart unable to scale its emotions is a heart unable to love wholly.

It reveals its conditions through words and actions.

And the recipient of this love cannot be deceived.

Yet a heart lay bare is better than ignoring its suppressions.

Acknowledgement sets the route to recovery.

A heart that is whole may then love fully.

The recipient of this love cry with pity.

Throwing away the manual of myths,

Thinking cautiously the stark reality.

Has maturity arrive sooner than it should be?

The recipient of this love cry and will...

The best is still the best.

The best is not perfection.

The best means grace has been attached and given.

Shaken but not fallen.

Strolling along the deserted pavement,

The stars glitter with understanding...

The breeze comforts gently...

The dim moonlight shines with empathy...

The recipient of this love will continue this journey.

Trust remains in this broken soul.

Resurrection

Humming a song in mind...

Life is but a dream.

Whatever happen to the bright sparkles in the eyes?

Only to see them dull and battle weary.

Whatever happen to the fiery blazes of love inside?

Only to find the heart bled and died.

Life is but a dream.

Of princes and princesses; of ladies and gentlemen.

Of spring and summer; of dazzling stars and mesmerizing moonlight.

The heart be strong, the mind be ready, the spirit be right.

They shall be as well, heartbreaks and imperfections.

Withering and stagnancy; uncertainties and disappointments.

Do not be naive, do not be deceived.

Awoke to yet another cycle...

The heart is still bleeding.

Time be the healing.

Journey

A blink.

Heart tugging.

A tear drop.

Thought triggering.

Let what was sown not be left wasted.

Though dead, they will live again.

By the hand whose power is supreme.

From the heart whose love is infinite.

Of weaknesses, strength shall emerge.

Of poverty, riches shall overflow.

He who cause the eyes to see.

Shall provide for the vision.

Dream a lil dream come true.

Reflections...

Sang Hosanna...

I felt the tug in my heart.

Don't want to be a Christian by name.

Don't want to fulfil religious duties.

I just want to...

*Heal my heart and make it clean*

Have clean hands.

And a pure heart before you.

*Open up my eyes to the things unseen*

know You.

Not just about You.

And there must be much more than what the world can offer.

*Show me how to love like You have loved me*

Let my life be a vessel of Your love.

Simple pure love.

I want to walk with You for eternity.

"Hosanna in the highest"

Chronicles of life

God is the strength of thy heart.

No more...

No more...

No more...

Let go and fly up way.

Turn aside and move ahead.

A broken and contrite spirit.

You will not despise.

God is the strength of thy heart.

Mixed feelings...

In moments like these...

I wonder why.

To know that e years...

It will never justify.

Your actions have told me...

You want to draw e line.

I will never understand perhaps...

Stil thank you from e btm of my heart.

Mixed feelings I have...

But still, give praises anyway.

The walk of faith.

Never easy.

Someday, I guess.

...

Why does she even have to try so hard to fight for attention?

Trying not to go back to the past to compare.

Is she really expecting too much?

Maybe it is true that once it is in possession, it becomes taken for granted.

Perhaps the value of what needs to be fought n pursued is truly significantly higher than the value of what is already possessed.

Out of the abundance of her heart, the mouth speaks.

So many doubts.

Tears welling up...

Like an intruder.

Barriers within e four walls.

Left to be...

Independently alone.

What an irony.