Mosaic of Emotions

Like the letters of heartbreaks

Repeating lines and patterns 

Of fragments of emotions 

And memories recreating the puzzles.

Like the Songs of heartbreaks

Reconnecting to the past

Long gone are the pains

And scars became tattoos of art.

Like the stories of heartbreaks

Of conspiring universe

Of stars that never fell

And wishes twisted to be real.

Like the poetries of heartbreaks

Revisiting the memory lanes

Of graphites, statutes and pavements

Familiar pictures but the feeling is now strange.

And all these vague pieces

Came in to fit the vessel

Designing one frame and sentiment

Depicting the masterpiece of Mosaic emotions.

 The last time I checked...

Strong is always Beautiful.

 The gloom can still look beautiful

If you appreciate the colours of gray.

Tales of Heartaches

 #3 Healed

Calloused scars thickened my skin.

And now, every word in my stories, songs, and poetries

Became less poignant.

I have lost the old ballad...

I lost it all along.

Cause now I'm healed.

And each time I write,

I try my best to reconnect with pain.

To recreate something.

But all that is left is the scar

And there is no more pain.

I have but vague memories

Of feelings I can no longer remember.

Of 3 am's wasted with the wrong ideas.

Now they are beautiful and inspired.

And I trace every lines of these scars they have left.

And all I can see is a drawing

Of stars and sunsets.

Cause when heaven left the universe

There I am taking the last boat.

Off the shore.

With the warm embers

Of the afterglow.

My 8 year old daughter is braver than me.

Ehhh! I can't imagine myself holding such tiny crawling things. 🐛🐛🐛

My morning office instants...

The Beautiful Warrior Kings

To all the strong and beautiful single mothers who singlehandedly fighting for each battle like a true warrior man.

Who build their own empire defying all the odds in a typical world where every kingdom has its own king and queen.

Who stands up as a king and graceful as a queen all at the same time.

We are the face of the true Fathers cause we build our castles from every brick and pebbles that comes along our way. 

We created our kingdom where we are both the queen and the king all at the same time.

Happy Father's day to all the single mothers.

We are the true warriors!

#WomenEmpowerment

P.s. Happy Father's day to my Dad. The one who taught me how to build my own castle out of the bricks and pebbles. The one who taught me how to do it so I won't be needing any other men just to make one. 

Your princess is now a King of her own empire.

Thank you.

Tales of Heartaches

 #2 Pride

Would it bruise your delicate ego

To let down your pride?

Would it kill your darkening soul

If you swim against your soaring tide?

But will it satisfy my empty heart

If I eat down my pride?

The shared pieces away is why everything's apart.

Will it make me whole if I collect again those pieces I cried?

For what is left is always treasured

But what is left sometimes is just a trash.

And the right thing is often look unsure.

But oftentimes it becomes right when you trust.

Tales of Heartaches

#1 Lies

Does your little white lies

Gets whiter each time you lie?

Then it becomes brighter and brighter...

That I have to close my eyes.

Your little white lies

When I finally closed my eyes

All I can see is darkness

Now there is no more light.

Does your pretty little lies

Gets prettier each time you lie?

Then it becomes your truth

But all the trust dies.

Your pretty little lies

Deceiving crooked into straight lines

Believing like it is the truth

But your truth will turn ugly in time.

Pretty little white lies

They are pretty, little and white.

But little becomes huge

When done so many times.