My Past Stalking

 For years I'm digging

For a place to bury my past.

And I've tried rebuilding

Myself and what it's cost.

But along with my past

Parts of myself I'm also losing.

And demons are casting their lots

While I'm privately dancing.

But the past is secretly stalking

Lurking and watching my post.

From my doors to windows with clock's ticking.

Catching up, haunting like a living ghost.

 

The ocean is calling out my name,

And the mountains are echoing the same,

But I am here by my window pane,

Watching the bright lights, the haze of the city and the rain.

To Bloom in Chaos

 To bloom is easy when you are nourished, when you are in the most fertile place to grow. It is easy to flourish when you're in the most convenient and comfortable place.

But there is so much beauty when we bloom in the midst of chaos. When in spite of futility we choose to grow. When in spite of restrictions and uncomfortable positions, we make our way to flourish.

That is the rarest beauty of all.

Rarest beauty because our beauty comes from our inner strength. Our perseverance and our will, in spite of the difficulties, makes all the difference from all sorts of beauties that this world has to offer.

Your inner strength can come from your family, your loved ones, your friends, your own God or from what or whoever that could inspire you.

But no matter what or where your strength come from, remember to use it to bloom in the midst of chaos... and be proud to wear your strength.

Because being strong is and will always be... beautiful.

Springs of November

I have never quite seen such

Rare beauty as the springs of November.

Overflowing with so much

Grace and art in every picture.

But I have never quite seen such

Majestic and vibrant as the springs of November.

Hold my breath and  my heart,

Warming like the sparks of embers.

And I have never quite seen such

Lovely as the springs of November.

Flicker my soul like a match,

Oh! I am falling for thee, my sweet November.

What If's at 3 AM

 But "What If's" are just state of emotions.

You wouldn't ask "What If" if you're happy at the moment. You will say "What happened is for the best".

You wouldn't ask "What If" if you're contented at the moment. You will say "Everything happens for a reason".

You wouldn't ask "What If" if you're flourishing at the moment.

You will say "It happened for the best intentions".

"What If's" are just state of emotions.

It will popped up in your head in your most vulnerable state.

At 3AM's when the world is silent and your heart is screaming.

When your mind start digging what you buried a long time ago thinking it was the best decision to make.

"What If's" are not regrets, but a state of emotions, eating your mind in your most vulnerable state. 

When your heart is feeling despondent.

At 3AM's when everyone's asleep and you're wide awake with broken dreams.

When your heart starts digging for answers for questions not meant to be asked.

"What If's" are just state of emotions, poisoning your soul in your most vulnerable state.

When your soul is melancholic and desolate.

At 3AM's when everyone's at peace and your soul is trying to break free.

When you start digging for missing pieces you lost along the way.

But "What If's" will always remain just a question in your state of emotions, but without an answer.