The Hues of Crepuscule...

 But for as long as we are breathing...

We have to experience life.

 

But just like rocks, pebbles, and stones...

You can be tough, and still be beautiful.

Queendom

 Shout-out to all the strong women fighting their battles in silence and resurging strong and beautiful like the NORTH WIND.

Hail to the strong Queens who choose only the right words to say for they are wise.

Kudos for their strong minds and hearts, for they were able to discern that they can win in peace for they know their truth.

Its time to show the world that, though most empires are ruled by kings, we can build and reign on our own. Let us spell in all caps the word - QUEENDOM.

Dedicated to all the strong women.

#WomenEmpowerment

#StrongIsBeautiful

 ...but your scars are not flaws,

They are Art stroke with pain.

Sympathy for the Liars

 I always believed that sympathy  is for the liars.

If you know the truth, you live  with honesty, and you have a clear conscience...

You don't need to tell everybody your side just to feel better.

Believe me, you can sleep well at night.

But to the liars with a guilty conscience, they will tell everybody their twisted stories to gain sympathy.

They will gaslight and bend every arrows.

They do that because they need others to sympathize with them so they can feel better.

They do that because they want others to convince them that they did the right thing... Because they do not even believe in themselves that they did the right thing.

Most of the time...

Those who cannot shut their mouths have the sincerest lies to tell.

 If you can't find the brighter side of life ...

Then create your own artificial light.

Remember...

Not all Sparks come from fire...

Sometimes, they ignite from electric bulbs.

 But sometimes...

The only way to survive 

Is to never look back.

Remember...

Just because it is where you came from...

Doesn't mean it is also your home.

A Thousand Forgotten Sequels

Ended stories...

Every chapter, every page.

Book is closed...

But then I wrote again...

And again...

A thousand forgotten sequels...

About a thousand forgotten what-if's.

And in a thousand forgotten possibilities...

Every thousand forgotten feelings...

Still a thousand forgotten memories

Could forge it's way to me.

And a thousand forgotten chances...

Your are turning into a thousand forgotten name.

And though your face becomes blurred by the thousand forgotten dreams...

My heart remembers that it loved you.

Scent of a Thousand What If's

Looks like...

It rained hard last night.

The petrichor still lingers

On the pavements.

Like the haunting scent

Of a thousand "what if's".

Still breathes the airs

Of the forgotten kiss.

While the Semisonic blends in

The zephyr of the early autumn chills.

Granites, graphites, and all the possible debris

Of the sequels of the story

That has long been ended.

All fragmented memories

Remembered

On this Tuesday Morning.

 

Afternoon Conversations

 My 8-year-old daughter asked me - "Mommy according to stories, only those who have pure hearts can find a unicorn. Are unicorns real?"

Then even I, got surprised by my own reply...

I told her - "I'm not sure, maybe they are just a myth... Or maybe, no one has ever had a pure heart, thus, no one ever saw a unicorn."

And for a moment we were both silent.

Maybe she's trying to let that sink in her brain...

And so do I. 

Surviving Happiness

But can we really survive with constant happiness?
How can we possibly be happier being in a state of eternal satisfaction?
Can we genuinely feel happy without sadness?
Is it really a joy to not know emptiness?
And what about those people who only finds euphoria in sorrows?
How can the weather dance with  perpetual bliss?

And so happiness varies in each one of us.
One finds happiness in solitude
While the other finds it in good company.
One may find happiness in simplest things
While the other ask for glittering gifts.

But we can never survive constant state of pure happiness.
It will eventually lost it's meaning.
Then we will miss the feeling of wanting something so badly.
We will want to bet again and take the risk.
We will look for something to trigger our adrenaline.

And thus, happiness happens only in constant pursuit.

 

Rainy Tuesday Morning Song

If you walked away from me today
I am sure that who you were going to
Would feel the way that I do
Baby it's you
Who fills up my life
And if you walked away from me today
Never to return until the journey
That you made had ended
I know you planned it
Just to fill up my life
Fill my life
Till now
No one's been able to show me how
To fill my life like you
You are the woman who taught me to
And if you walked away from me today
It wouldn't change a thing
I'd still be singing celebration of you
Baby you do
You fill up my life
Fill my life
Now I know
What it feels like to overflow
Until my life is through
All I'm here for is here for you
Fill my life
Now I see
What it feels like to be set free
Until my life is through
All I'm here for
Is here for you
Just for you
Only for you🎶🎶🎵🎧

I Always Overcome

 Our hearts are like breeding grounds.

It can bloom faith and fear, but we can't have both.

Which ever we choose will grow.

I have a frail faith...

And most of the time it is fear that's been crawling up, being cultivated inside my heart.

But what Fear doesn't know about me is that...

I am good at overcoming anything.

And that is why even though through my frail faith, Fear keeps on creeping, keeps on sprouting inside me...

I survive.

I don't lose.

Because I always overcome.

 

Coffee and Donuts are perfect together...

They're like soulmates for a weekend breakfast. 😊

 I miss my weekend photography and paintings...

And so it inspires me to study hard so I could graduate soon to get back to my weekend Arts. 😊🙏

#MastersDegree

 Maybe...

Some souls are created whole...

Hence, they are complete even without a soulmate.

And maybe...

Some souls are created for the same soul...

Hence, they are one in one body and face.